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- Not Scuba Diving
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Click hereMonday evening, after dinner, at our house:
"Honey, we need to talk."
Are there worse words for a husband to hear? Can't be many. My first thought: what have I screwed up recently? I mean, seriously screwed up. All husbands screw up all the time, but it usually takes a fairly serious screw up for the dreaded words to come out. Anyway:
"Ok, dear, now?"
"Yes, let's sit down." We sat on the love seat in our den, a usually cozy little room that we, usually, enjoyed together.
"I've been thinking..."
"Let me interrupt you. Before you start, would you like some wine?"
"Oh, thanks, that would be great." My wife does like her wine, so I brought her a full glass along with the large bottle that she had opened earlier at dinner. From looking at the bottle, the glassful was not her first of the evening.
"So?"
"Ok, I've been thinking, with the boys gone now and, you know, us not getting any younger, I'm thinking I would like to add some, uh, you know, some adventure to my life."
"Honey, that's great. Actually, I've been thinking the same thing. We're empty nesters now and we can have lots of new adventures together. I've been thinking maybe scuba diving lessons or a cruise to Antarctica or..."
"Wait—no. I've been thinking about new adventures for ME, not scuba diving or Antarctica. You and the boys have had adventures--your mountain climbing and skiing trips and stuff. Now I think it's time for me to have some adventures." She was referring to several adventurous trips our twin boys and I had enjoyed together. Rob and Ron are now 20, both juniors in college. Their first two years in college they attended our local community college and lived at home. Now they have departed home and will finish college at our state university, about a three hour drive from here. While they were in high school and community college, they and I loved to go skiing and climbing. Julie, my wife, was never interested in that kind of adventure so she never joined us. Not that she didn't stay in good shape. All of us worked out fairly seriously, the three of us guys for skiing and climbing and Julie for general fitness. After 22 years of marriage, she was still as gorgeous, at least to me, as she was when we met in college.
I sat there looking at her. "What kind of adventure do you have in mind, Julie, that will be just for you?"
"Well, please don't take this the wrong way, but I've been thinking about dating. I haven't been on a date in more than 20 years. I know you and I go out on date nights, and I really enjoy them, but they're not the same as going out on a real date. You know, a new person, new places to go, new experiences. You know, adventures."
I sat there stunned. Julie poured herself another glass of wine and gulped down about half of it while I stared at her.
"Uh, do these dates include sex with this new person?"
"Tim, this is not about sex. This is about new experiences, to rejuvenate myself and make me a more interesting person to live with you and love you for the rest of our lives together." That sounded pretty well rehearsed to me. So:
"Uh, so you aren't denying that sex with another man is on the table?"
"Well," stalling while she finishes her wine glass and refills it, "Well, I guess it's possible, but that's not the point. The point is..."
"Julie, the point is that you are telling me you are going to start going on dates with other men and possibly having sex with them, right?"
"Ok, Tim, yes. I guess that's what I'm saying. But the point is I want some adventures in my life."
"Without me?"
"Yes, without you, but only for a little while, and I promise it won't hurt us at all. It will really make us stronger because I will be a more interesting person to you. I'll..."
"Julie, please, no bullshit. Your fucking another man or my fucking another woman does not make us stronger."
"Wait, wait," another half glass of wine went down, "we're talking about me here. This is not about you going out to screw some hussy."
"Wait, wait yourself. How can you say you're going out on dates and not expect me to do the same thing? You know, goose and gander."
"Tim." Then silence while she pours another glass and drinks some more wine. This conversation was obviously not going the way she expected. I decided to add a little more fuel to this fire she was building:
"If we're both going to date, we'll need some ground rules. Like, no dates here at the house. If you're going to fuck some guy, it has to be at a hotel or his house. Neither of us entertains a date here, agreed?"
"Tim, uh, uh..." The wine was beginning to have its effect.
"C'mon, Julie, you have to agree to that, to show some respect for our home."
"Ok, I agree, no dates here. But this whole conversation has gotten off track. I just want a little adventure for me, and you have made this about you too."
"Julie, this has to be about both of us. If you are going to fuck around outside our marriage, then I will too, and frankly, I wonder if we have a marriage left after we start down this path. But listen, it's late and you have had a bit to drink. Let's go to bed and talk some more tomorrow."
"Uh, Tim, uh, well, a guy at work asked me out for tomorrow evening and uh, I, uh, told him I would talk to you tonight and let him know in the morning."
"Wow. So what's his name?"
"Uh, Bob."
"Bob who?"
"That's not important. The..."
"It is important. He will come pick you up here, right? And I need to meet him and make sure he's not an ax murderer or somebody who might kidnap you or rape you. You, right now anyway, are still my wife and I have a duty to make sure you are protected and kept safe from predators. If you are going out with some guy, I need to meet him first and hear him tell both of us where you are going and when you'll be home. That way, if he tries something else, you'll know he's trying to trick you." I'm not sure how convincing my line would have been if Julie had not been pretty drunk by then, but she agreed.
"Ok, I'll have him pick me up at 7 and come into the house to introduce him and let him tell both of us where he and I will be going. Is that the deal?"
"Yep, that's the deal for your date tomorrow." We did go to bed that night in the same bed, but no loving or snuggling or even kissing. She was asleep pretty quickly and the next morning I was up and gone before she was up.
That Tuesday evening we were both home before 6. No dinner for me. Julie showered, dressed in the not-surprising little black dress with fuck-me-now high heels, and was ready to go out at 6:45. A couple of drinks later, the doorbell rang at 7 and she let Bob into our home.
She introduced us and I asked for his driver's license. He hemmed and hawed and I explained Julie's and my deal: Proof of id and description of planned itinerary so my loving wife would be safe. She nodded yes at him and he reluctantly showed me his driver's license. I pulled it from his hand, turned away and quickly took a cell phone photo of it before he could stop me.
"Hey..." he started to complain.
"You've nothing to hide, do you?"
"Uh, uh..."
"It's ok, Bob, let's go now." Before they left, I confirmed: Delaney's Restaurant, which I knew had dinner and dancing, and then he would have her home by midnight. She would call me to confirm when they arrived at Delaney's. As soon as they left, I was on the computer to find out about "Bob."
Robert Fuller, employed at Davis Insurance Agency, same as my wife. Been there three months, no Facebook page. But, an Angela Fuller with the same address as Bob, has her own Facebook page. She id's as married, two kids (7 and 5), occupation: homemaker. Home phone is listed so I call:
"Hello."
"Hi, is Bob there?"
"No, sorry, he's working late tonight. Do you need his work number?"
"No, that's ok, thanks." I'm out the door a minute later and 15 minutes later pull into the Fullers' driveway. Mrs. Fuller answers the doorbell.
"Hi, Mrs. Fuller. My name is Tim Wethern and I just met your husband at my house earlier this evening."
"Oh, what?"
"He was there to pick up my wife for a date. He was taking her to Delaney's for dinner and dancing. As to sex, according to my wife, it is possible."
"What, what? Are you crazy?"
"I wish I were. I wish I was making up this whole story. To show some bona fides, here is a picture of Bob's driver's license. I took the picture in my living room about 45 minutes ago." This conversation took place on her front porch. After digesting this info, she asked me in and I gave her as much more background and detail as I knew.
"I'm afraid I'm not surprised..." she started.
"I have a proposal. If you can quickly get a babysitter, you get dressed up a little and let's go to Delaney's. We'll have our own date and hopefully embarrass them to stop this." She liked the idea and called her next door neighbor. They apparently shared babysitter duties, including emergency babysitting, and this certainly qualified.
Twenty minutes, Angela and I were driving to Delaney's. When we arrived, the maitre d' couldn't seat us, but a fifty dollar bill changed that. He actually sat us at a four top in the middle of their maid dining room. Not surprisingly, we could see Bob and Julie sitting at a two top along a wall. They were engrossed in each other, holding hands and looking like fucking love birds. I wanted to walk over and pour ice water on both of them to cool them off. Angela cooled me off instead.
"Settle down, big boy. We want to torture them and embarrass them, but we don't want to get thrown out of here. Remember, this is a date, so let's hold hands and make goo-goo eyes at each other."
"Goo-goo eyes? What century is that from?" We both laughed and did hold hands across the table. We were chatting, I think about skiing, when I swear I felt Julie's eyes on me. I deliberately did not look over at their table, but Angela was watching them out of the corner of her eye.
"No hand holding now, they are both sitting up straight and looking at us and around the restaurant. The look like they think they might be on a reality TV show." I laughed some more, a little strained perhaps and then Angela said Julie was on her way to our table. I turned to watch her approach.
"Hi, Julie. How's your date?"
"You asshole. You're trying to ruin this for me."
"No, no, Julie, allow me to introduce you to Angela Fuller, Bob's wife. Bob is working late tonight, at least that is what he told Angela."
"Bob's married?" A very quiet, strained voice.
"Yes, dearie, we have been married for almost 10 years and have a 7 and 5 year old at home. Since Bob said he is working late tonight, he must be working for you. How much are you paying him? And what does that make you?" I burst out laughing, but neither lady was laughing. Both were looking at Bob, who was paying the waiter and maybe thought he could sneak out.
"I'll take Bob home with me now, Julie. Not sorry to ruin your date and not happy to meet you." Angela strolled over to Bob, literally grabbed him by the ear, and dragged him out of the restaurant. Julie sat down in Angela's place.
"You asshole. I just wanted a little adventure."
"You got it, honey!! How adventurous is this? You've helped ruin their marriage, and maybe ruined ours. Isn't that adventurous?"
"Fuck you. Take me home now, or I swear I'll..." She couldn't figure out what she would swear she would do, and I did relent.
"Ok, ok, let me pay this tab and we'll go home and try to figure out the next step in this adventurous marriage of ours."
*****
So: my first attempt at a story since I was in college a long time ago. Tim and Julie have more adventures ahead if there is enough interest.
- COMMENTS
Yeah, cut your losses. How can you trust her, love or not? Are you going to monitor her 24/7? What kind of relationship is that?
Julie calling HIM an asshole, for doing EXACTLY what she was doing? THAT rank hypocrisy would have ended the marriage for me. Less for her seeking "adventure" than for her wanting to cuck him by getting angry at HIS dating. That's such an enormous amount of disrespect there's no getting past it.
He should leave the restaurant alone. Let that selfish, cheating cunt find her own way back to the house. This marriage is done. Never any trust dealing with this slut.
This was your first story. Not original, but well written. I enjoyed it, gave it a five.
please don't leave it there like so many other authors on this site do, finish it!
You left the most interesting part of the story sitting in the restaurant: how long has she been romantically interested in Bob? Why is her husband doing Exactly what she's doing make Him an asshole; what does that make her? What difference does it make if Bob is married, unless she was considering Bob a trade up from the husband she considers to be an asshole? And why is she dressed to entice a sexual interest, unless that is the focus of the adventure she is seeking? Wish you had applied yourself more to the implications of the cheating wife rather than the glib husband showing up with the assholes wife. But thanks for the effort.
You need to learn how to finish the story and it is not about how you feel about writing. If you cannot come up with an end then do not post it until you have one. Perhaps it would help if you would have some original plot instead of beating a deceased horse. 1 star.
good story. Now 9 months ago--You tell him to develop his characters more, what the hell jerk, you go on to tell us all that you couldn't do what he does that is by writing an interesting story. PLease write your own tales or STFU!! LP
Tim didn't take any shit. Tim had a belly laughing ball with the whole thing.
Pretty good. I think Tim took a bit more shit than his character indicates he would.
Very very good.Please develop the characters and bulk it out a bit more but really I am very impressed because I cannot do what you’ve done that is write an interesting original story.
Bob seems to have gotten his dick caught trolling in another man’s married pond. His wife I think will cancel his trolling abilities I think.
Thank goodness you too up writing, again!
A first time story which scored a solid 5*.
Looking forward to more from you.
I read these stories about wives who think they are entitled to a little adventure. I've even written a few, but I don't pretend to understand them. Is sex the only adventure they know in life? They are idiots. She will find herself divorced very quickly if he has any sense at all.
You told the story well. It was uncomfortably believable.
On Chapter 1
Um, FaceBook doesn't have home addresses.
12/14/18 Re: "Fair to middlin'" - Yes, the fact that she didn't drop the whole idea when he made it clear that the "adventures" wold be reciprocal, bodes ill for the marriage.
On Chapter 2
"I do love the bitch, for better and for worse" - The "for better and for worse," despite what some of the cheating apologists seem to think, refers to the "worse" happening TO them, not one of THEM doing it!
Better than the first.
I was wondering about why he wouldn't accept her agreeing that her idea was wrong.
I also wondered about his previous visit to the strip club, Nothing was said under "Saturday and Sunday" about him going ANYWHERE, let alone a strip club!
But Tim doesn't need more "adventures", he needs to kick his bitch wife to the curb. The dynamic that results from that would be an interesting story. Taking it down the weak, permissive husband path would destroy what you started.
Thanks to everyone who posted a comment, particularly those who actually posted thoughtful comments. Ch 2 of the Not Scuba Diving adventures of Tim and Julie has been submitted, and I apologize for not including "Ch 1" in the first story title. The Literotica Website is user friendly, but it's still pretty easy for a newbie to screw up.
Separately, I am curious about the commentators who criticize me and other authors who seek encouragement as an incentive to keep submitting stories. If I got universally detrimental comments, why would I keep posting? I guess everyone writes because they like to, but I think we post only because we like others to read our stuff. If others like it, great: I'll post some more. If other don't like it, why would I post more?
Please, I'm not trying to start a fight; I'm really curious. Tanglosax
I think that you write very well, with fine grammar and syntax and good plot development that's easy to follow. I did not spot any errors in my quick read, though one sharp-eyed reader raised a homophone (maid, made). The story was interesting, though not sexy (yet?). One reader blasted you for your plot-line, but I appreciate the unusual twist. Imaginative and creative plots keep the Lit site interesting. Best wishes!
You should have had hubby consider leaving Julie at the restaurant before offering to take her home. Also, check your spelling: "maid dining room?"
...and finding a story in L.W’s that I genuinely like is not a frequent occurance (but when found the truffles do encourage further hunting and hoping).
Please Tanglosax, do continue. However, I’d like to strongly encourage that you leave Tim & Julie be just as they are. At least for a good long time. I can’t see how any ‘next adventure’ featuring Tim & Julie would be anything more than ‘Here is another Archie and Betty and Veronica appearance!’
Instead, I’d like to see you take your skills and add more - and better - stories to LW. Searching for truffles in the forest soil is one thing, but looking for truffle caliber stories buried in the turds, shit, and sick diarrhetic goo so common here is (after many months of hunting) becoming less and less encouraging.
A further word; upon finding an author who can write (well enough), and has the interest and capacity to develop plot and character beyond the juvenile - or that of an especially bitter psychopath - to *then* have that too-rare set of abilities spent on ‘The Further Adventures of Zoey & Chloe, of Bill & Sally & Rob & Ron & Boo & BooBoo, or The Guy with the 8 Foot Cock (by Thatsme!)’ Chapter 48...
is a sad truffle-hunt termination I’d very much like to see all but the truly skilled and gifted authors avoid like the sad syphylistic path it typically proves to be.
I always enjoy a husband dealing well with a cheating wife. This was a pretty good first attempt and I would very much like to read continuations. I think this story needs a little more substance but it's a fun read. I will watch for more.
1) Good, wonderful, stoic loving husband who absolutely does not deserve to be betrayed or cucked.
2) A gorgeous, sexy Wife who suddenly just decides out of the blue to strong arm and force her hubby to be her cuck and just expects him to capitulate.
3) Wife states that she will fuck other men but the hubby is not allowed to fuck other Women...
4) Hubby naturally rebels against the Wife's very stupid, inept ill advised attempt to force him to be her cuck...
5) Hubby punishes the WIfe and her Stud
Please, in CHapter 2,
1) wonderful, stoic hubby dumps the Wife...
2) Wife is absolutely shocked by this unexpected development. She falls onto her knees and cries and begs and grovels for forgiveness, mercy and another chance
3) hubby moves on with pretty, young Top Notch Bombshell
4)hubby becomes a millionaire and he and Top Notch wallow in luxury and affluence
5) hubby runs into Wife by chance and she is now a struggling, broke, washed up whore, she still tries to seduce him but he turns her down...
Author, when you have finished, pat yourself on the back for writing a stupid, unrealistic, foolish story to pander to the sexist, mysoginstic BTB crowd! You are so special, awesome and wonderful, and dont you dare let anybody else tell you anything else?
Got to appreciate any man or woman who will stand up to a dumb spouse who is looking to cheat with the excuse of needing it or a spark to ignite their marriage. Me my first words would’ve been fine call your sons in front of me and let them know what you are needing to do. Next in the morning would’ve been to call in sick and gone to a attorney. Divorce is guaranteed at that point. She could not have any proof that she didn’t cheat already even if it’s not sexually definetly emonitionally. Time to dump
Another stupid piece of crap about a very stupid caricature of a Woman attempting to force her hubby to be her cuck in a most stupid inept manner! Why do you assholes keep writing this stupid shit? Boring
Now that's how you ruin a cheaters first date. Cuckold me will you? Right back at you. Please continue...
Five Stars
...but you should definitely continue on and let us see where this goes!
You haven't shown us what kind of husband this is:
If her takes her home and acts like nothing happened - not interested
If he lets her continue "dating" - not interested
If he wants to be a cuckold - not interested
If he's going to stand up for himself and not put up with any feminism, humiliation, or domination by either side - yes, interested
If he realizes their marriage has been shattered by her attitude and actions and needs to be either repaired or ended - yes, interested
You haven't provided enough information for me to decide if I'm interested or not, so now it's up to you. What kind of stories do you want to write?
Thanks for posting.
I don't know which of my comments you're referring to, so I'll address the obvious ones in order.
The first one wasn't really a criticism, I simply stated the obvious, that setups are easy, it's the resolution that's hard.
My latest wasn't a criticism, but a defense! Another Anon accused tanglo of a "ripoff" because he had read another story with an "almost" identical beginning. I simply pointed out that there have been MANY stories that have used similar setups, doesn't make any of them ripoffs..
The author has used a standard formula setup, also used by a zillion other authors. You're bring to critical.
"I recently read a story on Literotica, the first part of which is almost identical to this story." - There have been many! It's often, "You're the only man I've ever had sex with, I NEED to see what it's like with other men." Or, she's getting older, and NEEDS to know that she can still attract other men. I'm sure there are others similar that are slipping my mind at the moment!
I hope there are more tales to tell for this couple, and maybe, just maybe, Julie might actually grow a braincell or two.
Tim is definitely on the right track, although a call to his sons might be in order - then a 3 way attack on Julie might just wake her up.
5/5
Needs A realistic resolution without hubby wimping out, and exploration of her whack ass motive, and some sort of conclusion that shows a price paid by the offending whether they reconcile or separate.
Do those, you might have a good story.
5+1 newb bonus minus 1 for too short minus 1:for going home with her minus 1 for fishing for compliments. Three
Thanks, keep trying!
Write what you want. Since this is the loving wives category, I prefer realistic stories and actions have consequences. Keep going.
Well, at least it was established (several times) that Sweetie aspired to be ‘adventurous!’ One criterion (maybe 2, if we grant Sweetie is a wife) satisfied for this LW category. However, I feel that the real nexus of LW is the effect on the marital relationship, and THAT part of this story has not awakened after a sexless ‘sleep-off-the-wine’ night!
Please generate a Ch2. (There ... I have responded positively to your silly request.)
I recently read a story on Literotica, the first part of which is almost identical to this story.
Pretty good 1st effort. Four Stars.
Is that it? Or is there a part 2 where hubby deals with a longer term solution? Seems to me a fellow with a wife that needs that kind of adventure needs a better wife.