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Click hereMy strategy of "lie back and wait, see what happens" had not exactly paid off. It was time to look right at what Julie had done—and make her look at it.
When Julie found me in the living room Friday evening there was a surprised look on her face.
"Honey, is everything OK? I saw your car when I got home, and wondered if anything had ...."
She broke off when she saw my face. I was sitting up straight on the sofa, looking at her with a face that must have conveyed the icy anger I was feeling.
"Hello, Julie," I said quietly. Then, "anything go on yesterday that you neglected to tell me about?"
She stood very still, just looking at me. She looked too terrified to speak.
After a minute of waiting I reached over to the side table and picked up the tape recorder I'd brought down from the bedroom. Without speaking I pressed "Play".
In the quiet room we heard Bobby's voice say "C'mon, Julie, suck it."
Then Julie: "I ... I've never ... Bobby, I don't know how!"
Bobby: "You've never sucked a cock? ... Okay, babe, it's not so difficult. Just take it gently in your mouth... just the head, that's it. Ooh, good! Now use your tongue all around it—just keep your teeth from scraping me..."
The tape stopped suddenly. With a sob, Julie had lunged forward to press "Stop". Now she was sitting on the edge of the sofa, crying, her face buried in her hands.
I listened to her cry for a few minutes. Then I got up and walked to the door.
"I'll be back in half an hour. In case it's not already obvious to you, we have some talking to do."
With that, I left her and climbed the stairs to the bedroom.
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When I returned to the living room Julie was sitting on the sofa, gazing out the window. She turned to look at me, and I saw her red eyes and the make-up that had streamed down her cheeks along with her tears.
I sat down without a word and looked at her, waiting.
Finally she said, "Alan, I ... I know you ... you must be expecting me to explain what I've done ....
"But I can't! I've done a terrible thing, I've cheated on you, I've broken our marriage vows, and I can't ... I don't even know what happened. I know I've hurt you, and ..."
"Do you love him?" I interrupted her, my voice quiet but harsh.
Her head swung towards me, a shocked expression on her face. "Of course not! It was just ... just a stupid flirtation that got out of hand. I'm so sorry, sweetheart!" She started to tear up again.
Quietly but relentlessly, I made her tell me all of it. The meaningful glances at works, the kissing in the stock room, the first time at his apartment, and then their tryst in our bedroom. Her voice flat and toneless, she answered all of my questions. I even asked her about the positions they fucked in; looking at me shamefacedly, she told me about the doggy-style and the time she sat straddling him in a chair. Her expression made clear that she remembered just as well as I did that she'd refused to try things like that with me.
"And was he a good fuck?" I asked, still in a quiet voice. "Did he make you come? Is he better than I am?"
For the first time she hesitated, crying harder—but she must have felt she had no choice but to answer me.
"It was ... exciting, Alan. Because it was somebody new and different. And he's only 26, so he can ... he can do it again pretty quickly."
She saw the pain deepen in my face, and turned away.
"And you were cheating on me, right Julie? You were fucking him behind my back, and it was a turn-on, wasn't it?"
She looked back at me, distraught. I could tell she wanted to cry, "no, Alan, no it wasn't like that"—but she couldn't deny it.
"And then there were all the new tricks," I went on. "Sucking your first cock, after 22 years, and it wasn't even your husband's! Getting your pussy licked, and not by your husband's tongue! Fucked from behind, fucked on a chair, fucked all afternoon in your own bed, your husband's bed—but not by your husband!"
"Stop, Alan, stop!" Julie was weeping, looking at me beseechingly.
"Oh I will, Julie, I'm all done." I went to the hall and returned with the suitcase I'd packed upstairs in the bedroom. When she saw it Julie jumped up and came towards me. "Please, Alan, please don't leave!"
"Oh, I'm not leaving," I said. "You are! I've packed some of your things—and I want you out of this house. Now!"
She looked at me in utter shock, and I went on.
"I don't want to see you this weekend. You can come back during the day on Monday and get the rest of your things. That will be your last chance—after that I'm changing the locks."
"But Alan, please, you can't throw me out!"
"On the contrary, I most certainly can. Go to your sister's, go to your parents, find a hotel, I don't give a shit. Just don't plan on coming back here.
"This is how it is Julie. I don't want to see you, talk to you, or hear from you for two months. Don't call me, don't email me, don't send me a fucking carrier pigeon."
"But honey..." she was wailing. I ignored her cries. Taking her firmly by the arm and the suitcase in the other hand, I walked her down the hall to the front door.
Getting more and more hysterical, she cried, "Alan, don't do this! I'm your wife!"
"You WERE my wife, you silly bitch. But right now you aren't anything to me but a slut who fucked another man in my bed! And you're getting the hell out of my house!"
Turning to the hall table, I put her purse in her hand and the suitcase on the front step. Then I moved Julie, still sobbing, out the door and closed it firmly behind her.
[End of Part 1—This story will continue in two months.]
- COMMENTS
I couldn't imagine the pain I'd feel if betrayed like this. Giving away "firsts" to a lover after refusing your husband is so severe, even if you didn't truly care about them. It's a mark that can't be erased.
What a loser, as if he didn't push her to experiment. Still, the locking her out is like saying I don't want you and I expect you to make other plans, which she will. Then he'll get all salty again.
Divorce her and grow some, maybe get back with her in a couple of years. But don't be a wait and see simpster.
All the sex acts she did first with Bobby wiukd basically blow reconciliation out yhr windows in the real world. Especially the oral sex blowjobs. Seriously? It is simply a very big issues for husbands. Don't get me wrong. After their discussion this chapter Julie is practically perfect in what she does and says in order to forster reconciliation. But still the experimentation? Wtf? Gah!¡
The stupidist thing you authers have a husband ask a cheating wife is "do you love him?"Like if she did it made it acceptiable?Give us readers a breaker..Who /what husband would give a shit.she cheated thats all that matters..divorce,thats it...3 stars..Jzk
3..divorce..thats it....
I would not have bothered reading this knowing I have to wait so long for the follow up..
There may be some men that tuned in to their wives. Very few. But it works for the story and given it is three parts, the circumstances of his discovery aren't going to be the focus.
This is real life. People cheat. They get excited, they get selfish, they don't think they will get caught, and they usually don't get caught. They get away with it because their spouse trusts them. It seemed a bit strange that the wife went after boy toy. A more realistic scenario would be that he flirts hard, and she doesn't shut him down. He keeps working her and over time she starts entertaining the fantasy until she gives in. Again, it could happen this way. Just seems a little less likely.
There can be no reconciliation here. A woman who does every sexual act for another man while denying her husband even a blow job is an evil, disgusting woman
See no way back for them. Her refusal to do anything different with her husband and then do much of it with Bobby is a bridge too far. Especially when she went back a second time and refused to confess when confronted. Yeah that is a big betrayal. Author will probably have then reconcile but will need to pull a rabbit out of a hat. Betrayal is too large. Not sure why commenters are upset that Alan asked about if sheblived him or not. It is a standard question for a reason. We are all human. Not Alan didn't bother with any other questions of significance. Just his condemnation thatbshebgot off going behind his back, thinly veiled as a question.
"He's always wanted me to, but ..." - So she won't do it for her husband, who has ALWAYS wanted her to, but does it for Lover Boy?
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"I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my entire life." - So she NEVER got that aroused by her husband> Sad!
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"if I had come on to him too strongly he might have wondered what was going on." - Couldn't she come on to him at ALL?
The cheater will say anything, save the truth, but only to get control back. So, why ask? If she did love her lover or wanted to use him to create a divorce, SHE would’ve arranged for her cuck to find out.
These writers that always have the mc ask do you love him are just completely stupid. That does not matter and of course the answer will always be no. Just totally overdone and trite.
It will be interesting to read the next part, but when a guy asks "Do you love him?" and "Is he better than I am?" your first assumption is that the guy is a beta-boy and will act the part.
Great, so far Alan has handled it perfectly. If they go to counseling this marriage can possibly be saved. But on the other hand he may not want the marriage to continue, so throwing her ass out was the right thing to do. It gives him and her time to think. I kinda believe if she stops her foolishness he will take her back. And as always, he needs to introduce Bobby to an aluminum baseball bat.
Good start, it is amazing how a person can get wrapped up in the comment. On to the next chapter.
Thanks for your writing.
I know it’s realistic. I can remember when I was 23, happily married, but I had work colleagues that liked to play. They would tell me when their wife ( if they were married) or if they were single that when they when out to a night club that that only approached married women that had on wedding rings. After several drinks and dancing they would often get lucky and leave with her. They would indicate these women went wild and would do things with them they never did I with their husband. The reasoning was if I do that with my husband he will lose respect for me and thinkI a slut ???
Even anonymous commentators sometimes make idiotic comments! Who cares whether she's now giving blow jobs or whether she is being satisfied orally now? Only idiots! She denied it to her husband for 22 years and immediately granted it to her lover.
Imagine you are sitting in a beautiful beer garden and drinking your beloved beer when someone comes by, takes your glass, drinks your beer and pukes it back into the glass. Would you still drink your beer then? I thought to myself, no of course not! Then why do you want your wife back after someone defiles her? Because you're a pervert, or why?