Author's Note: There is no sex in this BTB short story.
Copyright © 2023 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site.
What the Hell - Cheating Wife
I was sitting at a table in a bar with a bunch of my buddies. We all work together and always stop for a couple of beers after work, especially on Fridays. The bar we were in wasn't the place we usually stop at, Nickel's Emporium, as it's closed for remodeling. In fact, I didn't even know what the name of the place we were sitting in, was. Anyway, we, all six of us, were at a table in the back, in a dark corner. I just happened to be looking at the door, when a woman came into the place. Wondering what and how my wife had found where we were confused me a little. Yet, there she was. But she wasn't headed for our table, she looked to be headed for a guy at the bar.
"Hey, Bill, isn't that your wife?" asked Charlie softly.
"Sure is," I answered.
"What's she doing kissing that dick at the bar?" asked Tom.
I was sitting there stunned, as I watched my beautiful wife kissing a strange man passionately.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out..."
"Whoa, buddy, you don't want to cause a ruckus in this place," said Jimmy.
Everyone at the table had their phones out, videoing what my wife was doing. She finally pushed the guy back from her looking around the place. It was dark enough that she couldn't see us. The guy handed her a drink and they went to a nearby table. They were talking softly to each other. June was touching him as she spoke to him. His hand, his arm, his shoulder. The same things she did to me when she wanted us to have sex. My brain was seething with anger.
My heart smashed to pieces, as I watched her lean in kissing him again. When one of his hands disappeared off the table and my wife's head went back, I knew he was touching her where only I have touched her for the pasted ten years. Or so I thought. When they got up and started to walk to the door. I was up, yet my buddies pulled me back and held me in place. I looked at them with anger in my eyes.
"Don't worry, I have Burt outside waiting for them. He will follow them wherever they go," said Charlie. "He'll call me when they land."
I hadn't even seen Burt get up and leave. As the door closed behind them, I slumped in my seat. Crushed by what looked like her betrayal, I was angry, so angry I could hardly sit still. I just sat there staring at the door of the bar, the image in my mind was of his hand on her ass and she wasn't slapping him.
"Okay, Burt has a location... no, sit," Charlie told me pulling me down into my chair. "We have to discuss what is going to happen, Bill. They are in room 111 at the Starlite Motel just down the block. What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do? I want to go in there, beat the snot out of him, and then kick the shit out of her."
"Do you want to go to Jail?" Charlie asked.
"No... although it might be worth it," I said.
"No, it wouldn't. Let me tell you about my cousin..."
"Please don't," said Jimmy.
"I do need proof of what she is doing with him. And I want to tell her to never come home that we are through."
"Better idea. We can do that, Bill," said Charlie. "Let's take a walk. Whose turn is it to pay the tab?"
"Mine," said Tom heading for the bar. It wasn't his it was mine. It's so nice to have friends.
We all walked down to the motel. I went to the office and asked if I could get room 111. The guy behind the counter said a lady had rented the room already. I told him that it had to be my wife and we were to meet here. He asked for proof. I showed him my ID and a picture of June. He gave me a keycard. I smiled at him as I thanked him. I then went around to room 111, which was not in direct line of sight of the office. Yet, I knew there were probably cameras. Charlie was there waiting for me his cell phone at the read. I slipped the card in the slot and pressed down slowly on the handle. The door opened almost silently.
They had also forgotten to set the deadbolt. And the noise from inside covered any noise we were making. Both Charlie and I stepped into the room. My wife was naked, sitting on the guy's dick. I slowly walked over to the bed standing slightly behind my wife as she bounced up and down on the asshole's dick. Reaching out I pushed her off of the guy. She looked up at me and screamed. The guy looked up at me and screamed. I shook my head as Charlie videoed everything.
"Don't bother coming home June. We are through!" I said softly.
I turned heading for the door. The rest of my friends were outside waiting. June came running out of the room naked. Turning, I just stood there staring at her shaking my head. She then noticed everyone else and ran back into the room slamming the door shut.
"I'm going home," I said.
"I'll take you, Bill," said Charlie. "I'll pick you up in the morning to come get your car."
"Thanks," I said, as I really didn't feel like driving. I might decide to drive into an abutment.
Charlie didn't say a word on the way to my house. He parked in the drive turned the car off and turned to me.
"You aren't going to anything you might regret, are you?" he asked.
"No... no... the way I feel, right now I want to try and figure out what the fuck happened. But for that, I will need to talk to June."
"If she does come here, you won't do anything stupid will, you?"
"Define stupid?" I asked chuckling.
"Well, killing her would be stupid. Taking her back would be stupid. Slapping her around would be stupid."
"No, I won't be doing any of those stupid things. We're through, yet I still want to know, why?"
"Should I stick around?" asked Charlie.
"No, I'm not going to ruin my life over her immoral character."
"Good. I'll see you at work on Monday?"
"I don't know about that. I may call in. The way I feel right now I wouldn't want to cause any problems at work. I might just take a few days off to get my head back on straight."
"Okay, okay, I'll stop in and check on you over the weekend. Maybe on Sunday, as I'll be here tomorrow morning."
"That will be okay with me, Charlie," I said getting out of the car.
I waved as he started his car and backed out of the drive. I was in the house with all the doors locked. I sat on the couch waiting. I just knew June would be home and with no car in the garage, she would think she had beaten me here. I was almost dozing off when I heard the garage door open. I smiled watching the door to the garage.
"Son of a bitch!" I heard her yell.
We never locked the door to the garage and we never carried a key for it on our key rings. I heard the garage door open. Then a key slid into the front door lock. When the door opened, I was standing right there. She gasped when she looked at me.
"I thought I told you not to come home?" I said sternly.
"But... just let me explain..."
"Explain what. You cheating on me?"
"Oh god..."
"I don't think he will be much help to you. Not only have you fucked up my life, but your own life as well. It's a damn good thing we don't have kids because you would have fucked up their lives too."
June slowly sank to the floor crying. Stepping over her, I closed the door setting the deadbolt.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" I shouted.
June cringed at my words. Leaning down I helped her to her feet and over to the couch. I sat down next to her, yet not that close. She was still crying.
"I'm waiting," I said softly.
"I guess I wasn't," she said sniffling.
"How long?"
"Oh god! Six weeks."
"So, six Fridays?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It was different," June said softly.
"So, you weren't in love with him?"
"No... oh god no! I only love you. I have loved you since we first met."
"You sure have a strange way of showing that love," I said an edge of anger creeping into my voice.
"We're though aren't we?" she asked weeping.
"We are. You can sleep in the guest room tonight. Tomorrow, you're out of here with what you can carry. The rest of your stuff, I will have packed up and store it in the garage until you find a place of your own or go back to your mother's."
"But I still love you," she whimpered.
"But not enough NOT to cheat on me," I said.
I went to the door to the garage, opened it, and pressed the button to close the door. As I came back into the living room, I found June naked, standing with her legs spread and hands out to her sides.
"Do what you will with me," she said.
"I don't even want to touch you," I said heading for the bedroom. "Turn out the lights when you're done down there. And lock the front door. And no, your boyfriend isn't welcome in my house."
I close the bedroom door locking it. I undressed and climbed into bed turning off the lights. I closed my eyes and all I could see was June standing there naked. Then the image changed to the one I saw in the motel. I was now wide awake. I couldn't think of anything else. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her bouncing up and down on that guy's dick. It made me sick to my stomach. I was up and out of bed bending over the toilet in the bathroom and puking my guts out.
June was pounding on the bedroom door. I just shook my head as I heaved into the toilet again. She finally got the lock jimmied and was standing beside me as I puked up nothing.
"What's the matter darling?" she asked.
I heaved nothing once again. I opened my eyes. She was still naked. I heaved again. I was now exhausted. I slid to my side lying with my knees pulled up to my chest and my stomach continued to heave.
"Get the fuck away from me!" I shouted between heaving.
June started crying as she backed out of the bathroom. I was so tired, that I fell asleep right there on the bathroom floor. It wouldn't be the first time I woke up in this position and it probably wouldn't be the last. I woke up by someone pulling me along the floor toward the bed. Pulling my arm out of June's hands, I climbed to my feet, walked to the bed, and crawled under the covers.
