I've been married 9 years so you can't tell anyone I'm telling you this, but I had an affair.
I'd thought about cheating before just like anyone else I guess but you always chalk it up to fantasy and I guess it doesn't matter where a man get his appetite as long as he eats dinner at home right?
I got lucky with my wife who was by any definition beautiful. We met my senior year of high school where my saving grace was athletics; I might not have been that good looking but I couldn't be beat on a wrestling mat, and maybe I tell a good joke or two. I look back on those days fondly before real life and time started to wilt the beauty of youth. At 31 I shave my head bald to hide that I'm losing my hair and the physique and energy my wife once had was stolen by our 4 kids. That's not to say she's not still pretty; my wife will always retain a natural beauty she inherited from her mother. We have a good marriage and don't really fight much unless its about the money we don't have and who's more at fault for that.
I've always viewed it as a man's job to provide for his family and I work a lot of overtime to make ends meet but it's still not enough. It doesn't help that my mother-in-law whispers a constant reminder to my wife that I'm not good enough for her especially since the other boys she dated in high school all have high six figure salaries.
To be honest neither of her parents really care for me, we're just different people. I grew up in Houma, Louisiana the son of a tug boat captain and started work on the tug boats right out of high school. Even though I'm a Captain now it still doesn't pay as well as investment banking or other high salary jobs. However, they give us good insurance and the work keeps me in shape. I may not look like I did in High School but I can carry a 10 ton shackle all day and out work any of my 20 something year old deckhands into the ground.
Both my in-laws are college educated, my father-in-law, Pat is a nurse and his wife is a doctor. Pat is tall, about 6'1" and probably weights 160 soaking wet. A good looking guy I guess, at least he still has all his hair. He's accepted that I'm here to stay and we get along fine but I have trouble respecting a man that doesn't do his own repair work and never gets his hands dirty. He hates that I still say "fuck" around him, but I don't think that's ever gonna stop; men do still cuss don't they? I'm a sailor, afterall.
My mother-in-law Dr. Margret runs their house and never misses a chance to put me down or show that she's the boss by degrading her husband in front of me. Physically she's beautiful though she hides it behind a matronly appearance. With her short blonde hair, frill neck blouses, and the obvious lack of make-up she still cuts a striking figure. For as long as I've known my wife Margret has maintained an hour glass figure with breast that always seemed to have the fullness of a new mother, and a bottom that looks better in a pair scrubs than tight blue jeans. Her face is soft with high cheeks that reddened from a touch of rosacea, and bright light blue eyes sit atop a small rounded nose. However, beauty is only skin deep and for all of that I still want to slap the life out he
I don't like leaving the house when I'm not at work. I work 28 days at a time and only get 14 off so I like to spend them at home but owning the only truck in the family comes at a price, and Margret for all her belligerence likes to donate shit. I guess she feels like if she donates things it counters the rest of the time when she's an over bearing bitch. She had a gargantuan chest of drawers she'd promised to the Salvation Army and my wife volunteered me to pick it up; thanks dear. A tidbit of news she laid on me the night before I was supposed to pick the damned thing up.
"Look just go over there early since you know she won't be awake yet and you'll be done before she ever wakes up." My wife tried telling me before I started bitching. Too late, I was gonna bitch anyway.
"Why the hell can't she send your father to do it? It's Monday and I'd like one day of rest before I go back to work." Work wasn't for another week but I had to try.
"Look you, know my father's out of town this week and like I said you'll be gone before she knows you're there."
I didn't say anything but still didn't move.
Seeing that I wasn't convinced she continued, "Just think, you'll earn brownie points with her without having to interact with her." I shot a look that said you're full of shit but before I could open my mouth she raised her hand to stop me and said, "most importantly you'll earn brownie points with me." She said this last bit with a lascivious smile that hinted I might earn an interesting night in bed with her. We've been married to too long for me to genuinely expect something more than ordinary sex but sex is sex and the promise of it was good enough for me.
I left the house at 6 that morning, which is early even for me but I wanted to make sure I didn't have to interact with Dr. Margret. My in-laws live about 45 minutes away from us in an old neighborhood populated with ancient oaks. Looking at my watch when I pulled into the gravel drive I noted that it was almost 7 and I questioned whether I should have left earlier. Oh well, too late now. I got out the truck and headed for the back shed where they kept the spare key
The shed was painted green to match the house and organized in a fashion that said the owner cared more about looking like they had a nice work shed than using it. I noticed these things with resentment because under the fake rock by the door where they hid the key, there was no key. I looked in a few other places while silently cussing my wife before I walked back outside and to the house where I was gonna have to wake HER up.
I stood at the top of the steps and rang the doorbell. It was already starting to get hot today and the air was sticky as the morning dew was slowing burning off. Homes build in Louisiana pre-air conditioning were often built off the ground to allow air to move underneath. I couldn't help staring at the crawl space wondering how many raccoons lived under there but before I had a chance to ring the bell again I heard the latch click open.
Still dreary eyed and in nothing but a white cotton bath robe, my mother in law opened the door. "Oh good morning." she said, "I didn't know you were coming." I stepped in and she leaned in to give me a hug. I hated hugging her, it always felt like a lie, but as she leaned in the top of her robe fell open just enough to see the soft white upper swell of her breasts. This was not the first time she'd answered the door in a bath robe and I always took the chance to glance at her breasts. They remained firm as if to prove even gravity couldn't tell her what to do. But my favorite thing about them was the light dotting of freckles across the top that betrayed her Irish heritage.
She hugged me and then in disingenuous concern said "I'm sorry you had to come on your days off." Hating that game I didn't say anything and just asked where the chest of drawers was. "It's the the front bed room. Give me a chance to change and I'll help you with it." The back door opened into the kitchen with its old linoleum floor and white marble counter tops on top of white cabinets.
I tried to prevent her interference so before she could leave the kitchen I said "it's okay. Go back to bed. I can get it myself."
"Nonsense" she responded and headed to her room before I could say anything.
Nobody ever accused my mother in law of doing anything quickly so I figured if I hurried I could be out of there before she came back. Without hesitation I made my way to the front bedroom.
The kitchen opened up into the dining room which was monopolized by a dining room table terminally covered in paperwork. I walked past and into the hallway that led to the front bedroom. Most of the house had hardwood floors and my work boots clicked a little as I walked. The morning heat was starting to invade the house and I swear just to make me uncomfortable she never turned on the A/C.
