She Returns

It's Friday evening around 6:30ish as I step off the treadmill in my garage home gym. I had the night alone as I had taken my children to spend the night with their maternal grandparents. After the divorce, I wanted to make sure the children had a connection to her parents. They were great in-laws and they couldn't help how their children turned out. I had keep a great relationship with my former in-laws. Her dad was my fishing and golfing buddy. In the morning, he and I were taking the kids fishing. They were becoming quite the young fishermen.

As I wiped the sweat from my face, I took a drink of water from my bottle while looking at my reflection in an old wardrobe mirror on the wall.

It had been almost a year since the night that I threw my wife out. I had made a routine of working out each afternoon while the kids did their homework. In this time, I had lost at least thirty pounds, and firmed up my dad-bod into a nice single guy bod.

Early on in my career as a plumber, I had the opportunity to buy the business that I worked for after Jim had his second heart attack. Jim allowed me to pay him out over time, but only if I had a 'post-nup' agreement that kept anyone other than me owning his business. It was his name on the sign, and he knew that I would never blemish his name, but it was his pride speaking.

She really didn't understand Jim's reasoning, but she wanted us to own the business so she signed the agreement. That was ten years ago.

Owning a business coming with good things and bad things, of which, hiring and firing is one of them. In this day and age when you have problem employees, it was important to have a long paper trail, and video if possible to back up any claims against wrongful terminations.

One of these problems had a name, Johnny.

I was short handed last year, and I hired Johnny without doing a good work history on him. He was a good plumber, not great. He worked as hard as he needed but never doing anything extra. It was, I think, his second month when I had a customer called me telling me my employee had tried to seduce his wife. I called Johnny into my office the next day where I had video and audio recording set-up.

He tells me that he has a 'big dick' and the customer's wife kept staring at it. I documented it on a paper form. I reprimanded him, and sent off to work.

It seemed that every month or so, we had to have the 'talk'. He would always smirk, and reply, "Sure, Boss. I got it.". But he never did get it.

One morning, I had gone in early to inventory supplies that we had in stock so I could make an order for a new construction job. I was behind a wall of shelves a I hear Johnny bragging to a couple of my other plumbers about how he was 'fucking the shit out of the Boss's wife'. I was shocked to say the least. My mind was racing. How had he met my wife. She never came here. She was a manager for a discount chain store.

I resolved that he had gotten her information from one of the older employees during some conversation like, "I know the Boss is married but I never seen his wife." and they would reply with something like, "she's the store manager at Discount Villager store on Pine street."

I knew that I could not allow that to undermine me at work. The disrespect of him pursuing my wife fueled my anger. I went to my office, and called him over the intercom.

When he came in he flopped down in a chair. "What's up, Boss man?"

"Johnny, I have another sexual complaint against you. So, I am letting you go immediately. Pick up your tools and get out of here."

"That's shit, motherfucker. That bitch wanted it bad." So there is someone obviously, I thought.

I told him I didn't care, and he was fired.

Johnny jumped up out of the chair, and I let him hit me. He hit me on the left jaw so hard that I almost fell backward in my desk chair. His blow hurt, but I have been hit harder.

"Fine, if that's what you want, but I want you to know that I have been fucking your wife for months and she loves my big dick!"

I looked him in the eyes. "If you say so, then I guess I know where to send her things later."

Johnny opened the door, and slammed it as he left. I thought the glass would break, he slammed it so hard.

I stood in the warehouse as I watch him gather his tools and leave. I spoke to the remaining guys about how Johnny was hurting the business by constantly trying to sex our customers. He was hurting the rep of the business.

My wife gets a half-day off every week. She happened to be taking her half-day on the day that I fired Johnny.

Around 1, I was on a job site when I received a text from her telling me she was taking the kids to her parents for a pizza night with the grandparents. Her parents loved taking the kids for pizza, even on a school night.

Under the illusion that I was getting a sexy date night, we took off early from the job, and we could finish it the next day easily. I drove home horny and excited, but that was going to end soon.

His truck was parked in my spot in the driveway. I knew how this going to end before I got out of my work truck. The bastards were planning on 'rubbing my nose' in their affair, and tell me how I had to live with it. I had heard stories from guys over the years.

We live in a one story Ranch style house, and our bedroom faces the street. I take a breath as I enter the house and close the door quietly. I hear the noise coming from the master bedroom. I had pressed record on my cell phone before I entered the house. I scanned the phone showing his truck in the driveway. I pause outside the bedroom door, and let the phone peak in for me.

As I step into the room, I set my phone on top of the dresser so it could record everything.

He was fucking my then-wife doggy style on our bed. He did have a long dick, and he was pounding it in. He was longer than me, but I don't think he has my girth at all. This wasn't a pissing contest.

He turned his head and saw me. "Well, the cuck's home, Baby! As he pounded away. He seemed to go faster as he taunted me. "She loves my big dick. Don't you, baby. Tell him!" He snarled.

I was surprised she didn't look at me as her breast swung around under his pounding. "I love this big dick." She whispered. She looked ashamed.

My right hand grabbed Johnny by the hair while left grabbed him under his left armpit, and I jerked him off my wife's pussy and threw him against the wall at the foot of the bed. I turned toward him sitting on the floor and I kicked him in his guts with my steel toed boots. Then, he said the thing that made me lose it completely.

"I'm going to keep fucking your wife and she will keep loving it. I gonna take your business from you, and your kids are gonna call me 'daddy'."

Anger clouded my mind as I grabbed Johnny and threw his naked body through our bedroom window out onto our front lawn.

Through the broken window, I could see him laying on the grass bleeding from a gash on top his his head. He rolled over onto his back. He had glass cuts across his face and chest, and he looked down and panicked as he saw the broken glass sticking out of his dick. He pulled the glass out and screamed as he gripped the wound to stop the bleeding.

She cringed away from me. She had never seen me this angry. I grabbed her left hand and pulled her wedding rings off her finger. I picked up her clothes from the floor and tossed them on the bed. "Get dressed and take your naked boyfriend to the ER." I said calmly.

I followed her as she dressed while walking to the front door. I pulled his truck keys from his pants, and threw them to her. "Don't come back after you get finished at the hospital."

The plywood that I bought to make shelves for my garage was going to have to cover the broken window. I was drilling screws to hold it up when the police cruiser pulled up.

"Excuse me, sir. We got a report about a domestic dispute at this address." the officer stated.

"There was a dispute, officer." I replied.

He looked at his partner, then back to me. "Would you share the details with us."

It was not a question, it was a request.

The drill was put on top of my tool box and I pointed to the door. "Come inside, officers, and I will enlighten you.

The officer's face did not change as I related the story of firing my wife's lover, his telling me she was his lover, me showing up from work to find them screwing, and being enraged and throwing lover-boy through the bedroom window naked on the front lawn. I took out my phone and showed them to video which confirmed my story.

One officer informed me that a detective would probably follow up, and they were heading to the ER to get a statement from my wife and her 'friend', and he made quote marks as he said friend. One officer leaned into me, and whispered. "Sir, if he had said that to me about my kid, I would not have your restraint."

I nodded to him.

Our divorce did not go as well as I liked.

Johnny tried to interfere as much as possible. He didn't like the terms that I offered. All the bad things that interfered with the divorce were obvious Johnny ideas. He wanted his piece of me.

My attorney helped me make a very good offer for the divorce. Her income was equal to mine so no spousal support. I would keep the house and the children live with me. I would pay rent up to a set amount for an apartment or house within five miles of my house but she could not have a man living with her at anytime, or until she remarries. She could have visitation anytime with a three hour notice. She could keep her car and I would make payments and repairs for one year.

The judge granted the divorce and honored the post-nup, the business was protected as Jim had wanted. I glanced at her several times during the proceedings, and she was always looking downward with a sadness.

It was almost a year ago.

A pot of last night's chicken vegetable soups slowly warmed on the stove while I showered. Not expecting company or having to go out tonight, I got comfortable with my t-shirts and boxers.

Soup steamed as I laddled it into my bowl. Soup in hand and a cold glass of water, I made myself a spot on the couch in front of the tv to look for something to watch. I had started a horror series, and I had only a couple of episodes left from the season. I found the episode and press play.

A few minutes into the show with a bowl of soup in my lap, I thought I heard something. I paused the program and listened. Nothing, then as I was about to press play, I heard it again.

A very faint knock on the door. Like someone was hesitant to knock any louder.

I placed my bowl on top of a magazine on the coffee table, and walked to the door wondering why he or she didn't ring the bell.

Through the peep hole, I saw back of a head of someone familiar as if starting to walk away.

I opened the door. She had returned to the scene of the crime. "Amanda, what do you want?"

She turned and looked at me with that sadness from the courtroom. She was dressed in her work clothes with her big work bag held if front of her like a shield of protection. Obviously, she came her straight from work.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

Turning my body sideways, I motioned her inside. She walked in slowly, as if something was going to happen to her. She looked around the living room. "Oh, you've painted. It looks nice."

I'm sure that she was looking at the pictures that adorned our walls. All of our wedding pictures were gone, and were replaced with pictures of the kids with both of their grandparents. She focused on the only picture of her left. A small photo from several years ago, her, I and the kids on the beach at Gulf Shores. I kept it as a reminder of the best vacation, we ever took as a family.

She looked at my bowl of soup. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal. I can go and come back another time."

Waving my hand, I replied. "Nonsense, would you like some chicken veggie soup? I have plenty."

A familiar smile crept up her lips. "I'd like that. I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I always loved your soups."

Pointing to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, you know where everything is."

Picking up my bowl and glass, I followed her into the kitchen. I observed her as she got her bowl and glass. She laddled soup, and opened the frig, and took out the picture of sweet tea that I always kept.

She wasn't the same woman that left here that night. The confident petite woman it seems had been replaced by a hesitant, fuller figured woman that was walking on eggs shells that she didn't want to step on.

On the night she left with lover-boy, she was five-two and 110, the woman, tonight was easily 140 or so. I had two sisters that always have been curvy girls that fussed about their weight. I hated to admit it but I thought myself, but I thought she looked better with the extra pounds. Always liked curvy girl but when you fall in love with someone, what you like takes a step back.

I motioned for her to take her usual seat at the kitchen table.

She placed her bowl and glass of tea on the table, and sat down. Once she was sat, I did likewise.

A slight smile was on her face as she ate. "I missed this. Eating with you, being with you. I miss you and the children." She said softly as if I would become angry at her comments.

"I understand. There are times that I miss this as well." I didn't say miss her, and I am sure that she caught that.

We made small talk as we ate. I told her about the kids. Tommy was asked to join the traveling tournament baseball team, and Billy was on the swim team at his middle school and the Y swim team. The youngest, Danny wanted to play video games all summer, but he was going to play T-Ball like the other five year olds.

It was strange how in our sixteen years together, our children were the only thing that mattered. At 14, 12, and 5, I had spend the last year making sure they were "Okay" after their mother abandoned them for a new lover.

I picked up our dishes, and put them in the sink. "I assume that you would like to talk tonight?"

"Yes, if you don't mind?"

Water was poured in the Kuerig. I found a k-cup of her favorite tea, and set it to brew. I brewed a cup of my favorite dark coffee, and with two cups in hand, I motioned for her to open the door to the patio.

She followed me to the porch swing, and with my foot I pulled the little side table over where I put her cup of tea on it. She sat on the swing beside her cup while I sat beside her on her right side.

We swung lightly as she sipped her tea. "Do you hate me?"

I thought a moment as I sipped coffee. "No. I never hated you, but I was incredibly disappointed in you. I could not believe that you did that to us. Knowing my feeling about cheaters, you cheated on us."

Turning to look her in the eyes. "Over the years, I have seen better looking men that dickhead come on to you, and watched you brush them aside like nothing. Then I find out that my work nemesis is fucking my wife. The biggest work pain in the ass is now, my home life's pain in the ass." I paused. "Would you enlighten me?"

She took a sip, then let out a heavy sigh. "You were right. Going out to bars with the girls would not end up well. You said that married men and women should never go to bars alone because people in bars are there to get laid.

The story of her betrayal began several months before I caught her and dickwad.

She noticed him the first time about five months before the incident. She would always work the floor and help out during the lunch hours so her two assistants could have their lunch breaks. He had approached her and began small talk, and over the next couple of months, some flirting followed. She didn't realize until months later that she was being stalked by him.

Two months before I caught them, she was on Girls Night when he appeared and asked her to dance. After several strong drinks, she danced with him for the first time, but by the end of the night, he was her only dance partner.

During their last dance that night he pressed his dick against her, and he pressed her back pushing her against it. Telling her that he wanted her to know what she does to him. He asked if she wanted to go outside with him and see it. She said she told him she was married. He replied that she didn't act happily married. How happily married women don't go to bars to get fucked, and she was in a bar. She said she left right away that night.

Her girlfriends were shocked the next week when she told them about him wanting to show her a big dick. They told her, that she was almost forty, and men won't show their dicks to old women. If she wants one, she better get one.

The next week, it was the same. The drinks flowed while she danced with him, and he rubbed his junk on her all night. He sat with her and the other girls, but when the other girls were dancing, the he pulled it out under the table and put her hands on it. She felt like she was in a haze as she stroked it under the table. Before she knew she was in the parking lot with him fucking her. She said that Johnny demeaned him while he screwed her. When she became ill from guilt, Johnny started telling that all married man have fantasies of their wives getting big dick. Soon she started to feel that way.

She felt bad about cheating but she found that she liked the guilty pleasure, the dark secret kept her aroused. She let the idea of innocent playing around and flirting that her friends did influence her, but she didn't realize it until I caught them. She found that sneaking around with dickwad Johnny fueled her libido. She said it wasn't better but it was intoxicating for her.

The day of the incident, she had planned on it being an 'us' date until Johnny showed up unannounced at our house. She said that he had told me about them and I wanted to watch them 'fuck'. Deep inside, she knew that I wasn't like that, but she believed him anyway. When I came through the door, she felt ashamed that I saw her like that.

At the hospital, she got Johnny to not press charges against since She was his now. She understood that Johnny wanted to send me to jail, but was able to feed his greed with the divorce talk. He wanted her half of my business.

Her call to her parents from the hospital didn't go well. She felt that I had a better relationship with her dad than she did. Her mother had sympathy but her father said no way in hell was his cheating daughter going to live in his house.

Johnny wouldn't be the pretty boy that he was before. His trip through our bedroom window left his face with scars across the left side of his face. The shard of glass that stuck in his penis had cut deep, and was slow to heal.

With no place to go, she moved in with dickwad. His little apartment was filthy. She took two vacation days from work to clean it and move in. Since he wasn't working, she had to take care of the finances. He began taking her money for himself.

In was over two months before the Doctor cleared Johnny to resume normal sexual relations. The first week, he had issues and started becoming abusive as if it was her fault. By the third week, he 'fucked' her daily when she came in from work. This would continue until the divorce was finalized. With her not getting a share of the business, Johnny became violent and abusive. He made sure that he didn't leave marks where other people could see them. She was afraid of the real Johnny and didn't leave him.

The friends of hers that I disliked got her to go after work with them for a Girls Night. After an hour, he showed up and drug her out by her arms while cussing her for wasting their money. He put the fear into these little soccer mom friends of her.

She related how a month after the divorce, he starting staying out all night three or four nights a week. Once this started, she knew he was out with other women.