I wrote this in response to the standard "strange car in the driveway" scenario that is prevalent. I know that there are hardcore BTB lovers, some RAAC lovers and some cuckold lovers out there. I will be putting up my ending to the story in part two with a shift in perspective from third to first person. But I thought I would leave this first part open ended so anyone who wanted to pick up from here could create their own story. This is my first time publishing anything so I am expecting to learn going forward. -BS
===== Thursday ====
Bob sat at the table and looked at his bottle of Miller Lite. He had only bought a six pack because if things went wrong in the next few minutes he didn't want to have enough beer to get drunk. He heard her music stop upstairs so he knew she was about done getting ready. Normally he worked late on Thursdays because it was his wife's girls night out with her friends. His parents would watch their daughter Casey while his wife went and had a few drinks with her female co workers. He would finish up the week's paperwork so he could scoot out early on Friday and have more time with his family. It was actually a great arrangement. He got some control over his busy schedule, his parents got some time to spoil their 5 year old grandchild, and his wife got some personal time to relax and commiserate with friends. At least that was what he had thought. As he heard her moving around upstairs in the bathroom he thought back to the lunch he had with Vicki last Tuesday.
====== Tuesday =====
"I gotta get out of the shop more," he thought. "Or at least see if they would deliver these sandwiches because they are amazing!.
He had taken a seat so he could watch the door and soon saw a familiar figure step into the restaurant. He noticed her looking around so he stood up a bit and waved his arm. She saw him and started walking in his direction.
At 31 years old Vicki was the oldest of the friends his wife went out with. She was also his favorite and the only one who was married. She had a way about her that put everyone at ease without being the doormat of the group. He had to admit she was pretty good looking also with her dark wavy hair and white complexion. No boobs to speak of at all but she had a really beautiful face and legs that went all the way up. Her husband, Ron, thought she hung the moon and the feeling was reciprocated. She still got her share of male attention as she pulled up a chair and sat down across from him.
"Thank you for meeting me Bob. I know how busy you are at work and taking this time out can't have been easy." she said as she looked intently at his face.
"Um, uh, no problem Vicki," Bob replied. "Although I have to tell you I feel a little uncomfortable meeting you here without Sharon. I don't make it a point to have lunch with pretty ladies that I am not hitched to. But you said it was about Sharon so I am all ears. I am guessing you want to surprise her for her birthday next month?"
He was not expecting to see the sad look on her face when he mentioned having lunch with her. He also was surprised to see her face fall more when he mentioned Sharon's birthday. What was up?
"Bob I know you and Sharon love each other and I have seen you together enough to know that what you guys have is special. So it is only because of this that I am coming to you. This may end up ruining my friendship with her but if you can save your marriage I am okay with it. There is no easy way to say this but Sharon has been seeing someone for the three months."
Bob was shocked. This must be a joke. A bad joke and he told Vicki as much.
"I am so sorry Bob but it is not a joke. About two months ago after you picked up this project you are working on Sharon was in a funk. At work she was grumpy and when we went out she was even quieter than usual. After a few martini's we were able to pull out of her that she was missing you and feeling abandoned. She also started talking about how she felt you two were just a middle age married couple who were letting life pass you by." At this point the waiter stopped by to take Vicki's order. She ordered a cobb salad along with a iced tea with lemon.
Bob was still reeling from the idea that his wife would be sneaking around. Over the eight years they had been together he would have bet his life that Sharon would have told him if she was unhappy. He thought they had always been honest about their feelings even when they knew the other would disagree. He looked at Vicki and asked the question he needed to know the answer to immediately.
"Has she fucked him?" he whispered.
"NO, at least not that I know of and I think I would be able to tell. Believe it or not your wife is a pretty open person. That is why I am shocked by how she is acting. Bob you have to know that every woman I have talked to has said these same things. I figure it is almost how you guys always complain about being dragged down by the ball and chain. Or whatever terms you use amongst yourselves. When she started talking about this we all commiserated and told her the same things, she's a hell of a catch, you should pay more attention to her, yadda yadda. Unfortunately that night my sister was there."
"What does your sister have to do with anything?" Bob asked, fighting down some anger.
"Frankly my sister is a slut." Vicki replied. The waiter that brought her tea raised an eyebrow as he overheard her comment. Vicki took a sip then continued.
"My parents were serial cheaters. I have no idea who cheated first but they were always looking to get revenge on the other. When I was 17 I asked them why they bothered staying together and they looked at me like I was from another planet. They told me they loved each other and that is all that mattered. This affected my sister and I differently. I felt like cheating was the best way to ruin a happy relationship and my sister felt that cheating was fine as long as you loved each other. I love my sister but she is such an idiot about things. Anyways back to the story. My sister Geri made the comment that if she wasn't getting romance at home maybe she should try finding it somewhere else. I told Geri she was wrong but Hannah and Gail started talking about the best way to pick up a guy and how to keep it secret. I think for those two it was purely an academic conversation especially since they aren't married. At the time Sharon said she would never go behind your back but I think my dumbass sister planted a seed in your wife's head."
"Why do you think that?" Bob asked. Now that he wasn't sure she had slept around he was beginning to process more information. None of this was fun to hear but he had always believed that knowledge was power.
"Because the next week Luke Jonas and his crew showed up at the Red Horse Saloon where we were drinking. Sharon says she didn't invite him but she did mention to him that we were going to try line dancing that night. It was actually kind of fun having more people try something new and it would have been great except for Luke."
Now he had a name. Knowledge is power.
"Tell me about this Luke shithead." Bob growled.
Vicki smiled a little at the tone of Bob's voice.
She continued. "Luke Jonas is the company romeo. He takes a run at every female and any who give him the slightest interest find themselves the recipient of his "charms". He doesn't care if they are married or even if they are particularly good looking. He just likes the chase. Your wife shot him down early on and he never pushed until that night. Now he is chasing your wife and she is running instead standing her ground putting a stop to it. It is an open secret that if Luke gets any more charges of harassment brought against him he is fired. She could end his advances and she isn't. In fact they have been regular seatmates at the cafeteria for the the last couple months whispering and giggling. I have tried talking to her about this but she just gets angry and tells me they are friends and that Luke listens to her and understands her problems. I asked her if she would act like this if you were sitting across the table and she had the decency to blush. Then she got mad and said something to the effect that you wouldn't even notice. After that I backed off and decided to keep an eye on her. They seemed to cool it off at work and I thought that things had run it's course until three weeks ago."
Vicki's lunch came at this point and she started eating it while looking at Bob for a reaction. Bob took a long drink of his lemonade but didn't taste it at all. His chest cavity felt empty and his eyes didn't want to focus. He was wondering how she could think that he wouldn't care about her flirting with another man. He knew he had never been overly jealous but that was because he loved and trusted his wife. And as for not noticing her, he wondered if he had been that distant with this work project. It was gonna be a huge payoff but maybe he had taken it too far. He wondered what had happened three weeks ago? Did he really want to know?
They ate in silence for the next five minutes or so while he tried to process what she had told him. He was angry no doubt. There was no reason for her to be so tight with another man but he could almost see her logic. If he had been more attentive then maybe this whole thing wouldn't have happened. Also other than not telling him about being so flirty with this shithead she hadn't actually lied to him. Lies of omission sure enough but so far he could overlook her behavior and work to fix this. He would talk to her and get her side of the story. As long as she was honest and agreed to stay away from asshole they could move on. So far he didn't see any lasting damage done. Unless something happened within the last three weeks.
"So tell me about three weeks ago, how bad is it?" He was back on some solid mental ground. He had his feet under him. He could work with this.
She looked at him with sympathy.
"This is where it gets rough Bob. Three weeks ago we all ended up at the Red Horse Saloon again for line dancing. Luke and his boys showed up and we were all dancing together and having a good time. Sharon had been drinking a little more than she usually does, Luke had been buying her drinks all night, and was getting quite tipsy. I went to the bathroom with her and she was more out of it than I realized. When she came out of the bathroom stall she had her panties in her hand and put them in her purse. I asked her what that was about and she said she wanted to feel free. Well she was almost drunk so I chalked it up to the alcohol and helped her back to our table. I started rounding up Hannah and Gail to take Sharon back to my house so she wouldn't come home too drunk when I noticed that Sharon and Luke were bumping and grinding on the dance floor. The line dancing was done and it was just a jukebox for the rest of the night. I saw her panties in her hand and she put them in Luke's pocket as the song ended. Unfortunately so did everyone else. There were catcalls from all over the bar and Luke was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Then he went and gave her an almost pornographic deep kiss. One of his friends was holding up a cell phone. I wanted so bad for her to stop him or something but she just went along with it. Oh Bob I am so sorry!" she stopped as she saw his reaction.
