Life

My second wife,

My wife also had a hall pass. She always kept it on the down-low. I always encouraged her with pillow talk about sleeping with other men, but I never really questioned her about it. I suspected, encouraged, and allowed her to have a relationship with one of my co-workers.

I know he and another guy always ran together and she was friendly to both. We had them over one night for dinner and some cards many times. One night I got a call that I needed to go to work, and it was clear that I would have to cover the shift for someone who was sick. I made.my apologies and prepared to leave said to them "stay and have fun. No need to stop because I have to leave." As I went to the door, she followed out to say goodbye and said, " Are you sure? I said of course and leaned in to kiss her good night. As I did, without warning I caught her western-style shirt front and pulled the snaps on her shirt completely open. As she wasn't warning a bra thus exposed her breasts. Then I hugged her, leaned in, and whispered, "have fun."

She blushed smiled and waved to me as I stepped into my car and drove off. But she did not re-button button her shirt. My heart was racing and was wondering if I'd done the right thing

To my disappointment, I never really inquired what happened after I left for work. She did mention she fell asleep on a futon but woke and went to bed later that night. But no confession. I saw one of the guys a couple of days later and he apologized for leaving her asleep on the futon. I said, "All's good as long as y'all had fun." He sheepishly said yup and went down the hall.

Sometime after I was sent to Europe to work. We were given temporary accommodations at a local hotel. My wife and son were together in a small room, so sex was rare and only early in the morning, subdued, to say the least. A couple of days after arriving I ran into an old buddy who I hadn't seen in about 8 years. My wife did not know him but seemed to get along. We would meet daily for a drink at the end of the day and most nights dinner. After a couple of weeks, I was taking a familiarization class and it lasted all day. On the last day, we were to bring our spouses and kids to take a tour in a nearby town with lunch and transportation provided. We would be gone all day. The morning arrived and my wife wasn't feeling well so she didn't go. So my son and I got on the bus and took the tour. I had this gut feeling all day about what might be happening back in the hotel while our son and I were away.

Once we returned to the hotel there was my wife and buddy had an evening libation. We all went to dinner, and they seemed to be edgy and in a silly mood. She was feeling better.

We went to bed and after my son was asleep, I slipped my hand into her panties, and she had a very wet cream pie. She was not too concerned about it. In all the time I knew her I'd never seen her panties wet before sex. I was filled with mixed emotions about what may have happened between her and my buddy. I asked her if she'd like to go and spend the night and that I would babysit our son. She declined.

A couple of days later we had moved into our new accommodations, and we all were having a BBQ out back to celebrate our new home for the next three years. Suddenly, his wife who was in another country shows up and he seems surprised and pissed. They left early and his time spent with us after that was limited to four some's at dinner. Not sure how she figured it out 250 miles away, but she had her suspicions. By then I was pretty sure.

After returning to the states we lived in a beach town and my job required me to be gone for lengthy times. Once after returning from a short trip a day early, I stopped by her office and asked her to go to lunch. She said sure and grabbed her bag and we went to a nearby soup place. Got our soup to go as she recommended that we ate it just across the street from where she worked in a small park. We sat, talked, and ate our meal. We both seemed to notice a rather burly guy walk up to her office door, turn to look towards us and I swear he flips us the bird. Of course, she said ridiculous that he was just waving as he's one of their regular customers. My thought runs in a different direction and that she had a lunch date with him, and she did not have a chance to cancel it. This was a time before cellphones. How did hookups ever happen without the cell phone?

In another instance of her infidelities', another one of her customers, a home builder, just finished building a home in a nice neighborhood and invited us over for a tour and some wine. Once again, my Spidey senses detected more to the situation than was apparent. They were just too comfortable as if I wasn't there. Nothing overtly sexual, just very comfortable.

The last encounter I was suspicious of was with her co-worker in another town. She'd taken a job that was a couple of hours away that required her to spend the week and come back on the weekends. Great money and her per-diem were more than she needed so we were saving most of it. I routinely came up on Wed afternoons and spent the night leaving early enough to make it back to my work on Thursday morning. She knew where all the good inexpensive restaurants were. She'd taken up golf and He'd volunteered to give her pointers. So they would meet at the local golf course after work. I was pretty sure he spent more than a night or two with her in her room.

All in all, I didn't mind that she was getting some on the side. It just never sat right with me, and until I got the internet, some twenty years too late, and found out about Cockhold I just never understood what was missing in our relationship. We finally drifted apart, never reconciling our issue. We divorced after 32 years of marriage. I was always slow on the whole interpersonal relationship between a man and a woman. She always ribbed me about how women would be flirting with me, and I was unaware, just like our own story. While I feel that I'm a chuck in once since I also wanted and finally took lovers of my own.