I'm sitting in the cafeteria listening to two women at the table behind me. They had to be thinking I was deaf or they just didn't care who heard them. They're talking about having black lovers. They mentioned a web site called "white wives black lovers." I guessed it was a hookup chat room. I knew both of them were married.
Poor fucking husbands, I thought. They're always the last to know. I wondered how it would be to find out your wife is cheating. I'm glad my wife wasn't into that shit. She would never do something that stupid. I chuckled to my self as I took my tray to the scullery.
I went back to my office and fired up my laptop. I had about forty five minutes before a meeting with a client. I wondered how prevalent it was in real life. I opened my search engine and typed in 'white wives black lovers.' To my surprise about fifty sites popped up. Some were porn video sites.
I opened the one that was the dot com site. It was a chat room. Two pages of thumbnails popped up. I scrolled down the list. One caught my eye. I clicked on it. I saw a two by three photo of a beautiful blonde woman. It was my wife.
I felt like someone had hit me in the forehead with a hammer. My loving wife was either trying to, or had hooked up with a black lover. It couldn't be. She must just be playing around jerking these guys off making them think they could score.
There were two options available. One was 'contact' and the other was 'log in.' Did I want to try to log in to her profile? Fucking right. I wanted to know. After trying a few passwords I typed in her maiden name and our anniversary date. BINGO! Her screen name was 'Black this Blonde.'
Her entire chat log was there. I went to oldest first and started reading. The date on the first one was six months ago.
At first all the creeps hit on her. They were rude and crude. Then she started chatting with some of the women there. They told her how exciting it was to have a black lover and how careful they were. They gave her some tips on how to hide it from their husbands.
A week in she started chatting with a guy called 'Black for you'. They started out just chatting about themselves. I could see how he was playing her. He came on like a nice guy at first. Then they got to it. They exchanged nudes. He sent one of his cock with a cloth tape next to it. It showed he had nine inches. It it was his he was definitely hung. Hers was a full nude with her head cut off. I saw her shaved pussy, remembering she had told me she shaved it for me. I almost puked as I wondered how many time I got sloppy seconds and ate a cream pie.
He had told her his favorite thing was seeing a beautiful married blonde with a shaved pussy all spread wide with her arms behind her head, ready for his big black cock. He told her he was going to get her so hot eating her pussy that she would beg for his cock. He told her she would have to use both hands to guide his cock into her white pussy. And that she would have to beg him to shoot his black cum in her. Then he would send her home with his cum on her wedding ring. That comment hit me hard.
A week later they agreed to meet at a coffee shop. There was no chat after that. She either met him or just stopped and stood him up.
Anger overwhelmed me like a tsunami. It was possible they had been meeting for months. I would find out.
My secretary reminded me about my meeting so I had to put a lid on my anger. After the meeting was over I went back to my office. I looked in the phone book and picked out a detective agency and called for an appointment. They had one open that afternoon.
I met with him and gave him all the information I had. I paid him and he said he would call me when he had something.
Now I had to face my wife without giving myself away. It was difficult but I managed. The evenings for the next few days were kind of quiet. I just told her I had a lot of work to do at home and stayed in my home office. It wasn't unusual and she never suspected a thing. To avoid sex I just stayed up till she was asleep. I wasn't about to stick my cock in her. I wasn't keen on getting some STD.
Four days later the detective called. He had some pictures for me. I dreaded the meeting but it had to happen. He spread the pictures out on my desk and handed me a sheath of papers. It was a detailed account of the two guys following them. I looked at the pictures.
The were meeting at a Motel 6. One was of her hugging him in the doorway. Both of her arms were around his neck and they were kissing. His hands were holding her ass cheeks. The next one was one of them standing by her car. It looked like they were kissing goodbye. All of them were time stamped. It was one hour and a half between the two. A few others were of them doing their touchy feely thing with big smiles on their faces. A ball of ice formed in my stomach.
He left and I finally broke down. I was sobbing when my secretary walked in. She gasped and walked over to the front of my desk.
"Eric, what's the matter. You're crying."
I didn't say anything. I just pointed at the pictures. She looked at them walked around and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. You poor man."
She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to me. I wiped my tears and looked at her.
"I'm sorry too. I never suspected she would do this. I don't know what to do."
"Take some time. Don't do anything drastic till you've had time to think. Go home and pack some clothes and get a motel room. You're in no condition to face her now."
"You're probably right. I'm going now. Tell Jerry I need a few days off."
"Eric, I'm here for you. Let me know if I can help. I'm a good listener."
"Thanks, Mary. I'll be in touch."
I called on the house phone to make sure she wasn't there. I quickly packed some clothes and my shaving kit. I took my files and my laptop and loaded everything in my car. I thought about leaving a note but decided against it.
I found a motel and checked in. I turned on the TV for a distraction. It didn't work. All I could think of was them together. I was a wreck. Finally, I cried myself to sleep.
I spent the next two days in a drunken stupor. Every time I came around I hit the bottle again. I had to erase all the thoughts and visions I was having.
After the second day I woke in the morning. I sat up and looked around. Everything was just where I left it. The empty beer cans, the booze bottles and some fast food wrappers. I was still dressed, laying on the sofa. I had a world class hangover. I felt like a train had run over me. I dragged my sorry ass in and took a shower and shaved off my two day old beard. I sat on the sofa trying to come up with something. I needed a plan. I knew I had to stop feeling sorry for myself. I pushed the hurt away and let my anger flow. She wasn't going to get off easy.
I got dressed and went to the bank. I emptied all the accounts and opened new ones in my name only. I canceled all the credit cards except one in my name. I went by the power company and had the electricity and gas turned off at the house. I stopped by DMV and changed her car license to non op. I told them I was putting it in storage. I called the car insurance company and canceled the policy. I couldn't cancel her cell phone. It was in her name.
I wanted to get rid of her without her getting anything out of the marriage. If I cut off her money she wouldn't have enough to hire a lawyer. If she moved to her parents I could divorce her on grounds of abandonment.
My cell phone had been ringing all morning and I just let it go to voice mail. I had nothing to say. Let her stew in her own juice.
That evening while I was eating dinner I saw a text from my son.
"Dad. What's up with you and Mom. Call me."
I finished eating and called him from the parking lot.
"Hi, Brian."
"Hi, Dad. Mom called. She is going nuts. She said you and her had an argument and you moved out."
"An argument, huh? There's a little more to it than an argument."
"What, Dad. Tell me."
"She has a boyfriend. She's been cheating for quite a while. I found out and moved out."
"Holy crap, Dad. Are you sure?"
"I hired a PI to check on her. He got pictures of them together. I'm afraid it's true."
"I can't believe she would do that. She really loves you."
"Exactly what I thought. I guess we're both wrong."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make her pay. Call me what ever you want but she is going to pay."
"Dad, please don't do anything stupid. I don't want to visit you in jail."
"Nothing like that will happen. I'm just cutting everything off. All she has left is her cell phone."
"I can understand you being angry. Isn't this a little drastic?"
"She broke her vows and as far as I'm concerned our marriage is over. I refuse to support her any longer. Let lover boy support her. She can't even be honest with you. Next time you talk to her make her tell the truth. It should be a new learning experience for her."
"I don't know what to do, Dad."
"I'll suggest you stay out of it as much as you can. Don't try to take sides. It will work it's self out."
"I won't just drop her. It's really rotten what she did, but she's my Mom."
"I'm not asking you to drop her. She'll always be your mother."
"Damn, Dad. You must be really pissed."
"Yep, that and hurt too. After being married for twenty two years and she decides it's ok to fuck someone else."
"OK, Dad. Keep me posted on what's going on. I love you."
"I love you too, son."
"Bye bye, Dad. Take it easy on yourself."
"I'll try. Bye bye."
On the way back to my motel room I got a call from Sarah's parents. I waited till I got in the room to call them.
"Hi, Mom. I was driving and couldn't answer your call."
