126 comments/ 154809 views/ 13 favorites Getting The Facts Straight By: Slirpuff I want to thank Wolf Vixen for catching all the errors I never see. This story is based on what can happen when not having the whole truth puts an ugly twist on a marriage. * Do you know what crow tastes like? Once you take the feathers off there's really not a lot of meat and what there is of it is very bitter. I suppose you're wondering why I'm eating crow? Well I accused my wife of doing something and found out later I was wrong, so for the last two weeks I've eaten enough crow to float a battleship, but I'm about done. You see, if she wouldn't have told me, as she put it, a little white lie I never would have jumped to any conclusions. So now, Carol is making me pay for what I did and said that night. But, let me go back so you see what I did and why, then you can make up your own mind. Carol and I have been married twelve years and have two kids, a boy ten and a girl eight. We both work and her parents pick up the kids from school everyday. Either Carol or I pick them up on the way home at night. The one who doesn't pick up the kids is responsible for starting dinner. We usually eat around 6:30, so as you can see, we've got it down to a science. Everything was going great, that is, until an old friend of Carol's moved back into town. Tammy and Carol grew up in the same neighborhood, went to college together and were party animals to say the least. When we first started going out, on more than one occasion we got into it because of what Tammy had talked Carol into doing. I guess when we got engaged Tammy thought she was losing her best friend so she made it a point to monopolize her time as much as possible before the wedding. It became an irritant to me but Carol said that I'd have her for the rest of my life and anyway Tammy was moving away right after the wedding. "Steve, be a dear. I've known Tammy forever and she's moving to Chicago. I don't know when I'll see her again so, if you cut her a little slack I'll make sure you're amply rewarded," she said with that evil smile of hers. So, I kept my mouth shut until one night the two of them went nuts and got themselves in trouble. Let's just say it involved a hell of a lot of booze, three other women, four strippers, a fender bender and a night in jail for all concerned. Luckily or unluckily for her, I was out of town on business and her parents bailed her out. No one said a word to me until two days before the wedding when a buddy of mine spilled the beans. I guess I lost my cool especially when she wouldn't give me all the details, even though I knew most of them anyway. "Carol, what were you thinking? Or shall I say, what weren't the five of you thinking? No more, no more of this bullshit. I don't want you going out with Tammy anymore; at least not until you learn to control yourself around her," I told her. "Steve, you can't tell me whom I can and can't see," she spit back at me. "I'm not some little kid that you can order around and you're sure as hell not my damn father. I'll see whomever I want," she said stomping out of the room. "Then start acting like a grown-up," I replied to a door slamming in my face. I was angry, hell I was pissed. It was bad enough she'd gotten in trouble and had not told me, and then trying to lie her way out of it when I did find out, irritated me more. If I'd done it, there would have been hell to pay, and I knew it. So, with her telling me to get over it and we'd talk about it later, I made a huge decision; I skipped the wedding rehearsal and the dinner afterwards. My cell phone rang every five minutes for the first two hours as Carol filled my voice mail up in the first forty-five minutes before sending me a million texts; but I never answered a call or a text. That's when both my and her family started calling the hospitals and had the police start looking for me. Since I hadn't been gone for forty-eight hours, they only sent a squad car over to my apartment to see if I was alive or dead. And where was I? My best man, Danny, and I were having a few cool ones at Tony's Bar and restaurant. "You know she's going to be livid when she finds out your ok, don't you?" Danny said ordering another round. "Just make sure you tell her it wasn't my idea ok? I don't want a wild woman on my ass," Danny told me. "No problem, how about some dinner?" I asked. "Steve, you know you're digging a huge hole don't you? Carol may be so pissed that she'll tell you to pound sand up your ass and call the wedding off. Don't you want to marry her?" he asked. "Sure as hell do, but not with her current high brow attitude though. If I can't trust her or let her think that she can lie her way out, what do I have? I don't want to marry a spoiled little brat who thinks that the world revolves around her and that she can do anything she wants without any consequences," I told Danny. "So, I'll talk to her sometime tonight and see if there's going to be a wedding tomorrow or not." "You're a lot braver man than I am," Danny told me. I wasn't brave, I was scared shitless, but was going to make my point no matter how many people I pissed off. My brother basically found us by accident. He was taking a break from looking for me when he walked in and saw us at the restaurant. "Where the fuck have the two of you been?" he yelled. "Does the words wedding rehearsal ring a bell?" he asked. "Was that today?" I replied acting surprised and then giving him a smile. "Would you believe I forgot?" "I'm just glad I'm not in your damn shoes right now. Everyone thinks something has happened to you and they're canvassing all the hospitals as we speak," he said as he texted someone a message. "Dad's going to chew you a new asshole and mom's been in tears for the last hour, I've texted mom that you're all right, I'll let you explain to them what your doing. Steve, just what the hell are you doing?" he asked. "Bro, you don't even want to get in the middle of this shit. Go home to your wife, give her a kiss and tell her I'm alive; at least for the moment." "See you tomorrow?" he said with a question mark on his face. "I hope so," was all I said as he walked out shaking his head. "Since we've been made, I think it's time we got the hell out of here. The only one I want to face right now is Carol and I'm not looking forward to that," I told Danny. "Call me if she kills you, ok?" he chuckled as I drove off. There were four cars at Carol's condo. I recognized her parents, my sister's and could only guess whom the other two cars belonged to. So, taking a deep breath I walked in. Carol was overjoyed to see me and angry as hell with me all at the same time. Everyone was talking all at once and her dad was trying to read me the riot act when I put my hands up. "Everyone needs to shut the hell up and leave," I told them. When they started in on me again, I turned and started walking towards the door. "Look, everyone, please leave Steve and me alone," Carol shouted to the group. "Mom, dad, I'll call you later," she told them. As everyone started filtering out I got looks that would freeze water, well at least they left. "Where in the hell have you been? Don't you know everyone's been looking for you?" she started in on me. "Danny and I were at Tony's having a few before dinner," I told a stunned Carol. "Steve, what the hell are you talking about? We had the wedding rehearsal and dinner tonight, or we were supposed to anyway, until the groom and best man decided not to show," she yelled. "Don't you want to get married?" she asked. "Not really, well anyway not to the girl you've become," I told her. "What happened to the woman I fell in love with? The kind and considerate woman who was looking for an equal partner to share her life with. Now all I see is an arrogant, bitchy, spoiled little girl who wants it all her way and the hell with anyone else," I explained to her. "If that's who you've become, then hell no I don't want to get married," I told her. Carol was now crying. "I'm sorry," she sputtered out. "It's just that with wedding and all, things have gotten a little crazy," she tried to say. "A little? Try a lot," I answered her. "We're equal partners in this and you and I have to come first no matter what. That means our parents, our friends and our jobs must take a second fiddle to what's best for our marriage and us. There can't be any lying or secrets between the two of us or we're doomed before we even walk down the isle. So I'm asking you again, can you be the woman I fell in love with?" Carol didn't even answer me as she rushed into my arms, holding me in a vice like grip, while sobbing onto my shoulder. After what seemed like twenty minutes, I pried her arms off me and confronted her. "Carol, I love you more than you can possibly imagine and I want to be with you always," I told her looking into her red teary eyes just before kissing her salty lips. "Just the two of us going forward, ok?" She nodded and led me by the hand into her bedroom. "Just the two of us," she said before we consummated our marriage a day early. The wedding went off without a hitch. Tammy was still her maid of honor and Danny was my best man. True to her word, three weeks later Tammy was on her way to Chicago and I had Carol all to myself again. She still went out with her girl friends, but it was toned way down, now that they were all married with small kids. My wild and crazy wife was now the wife and mother she told me she'd be. Now, let's jump ahead eleven years. Carol and I are as happy as a couple can be. Sure we have our differences and she gets on my case every once in a while, but we're a team and with the two kids; we're a happy family. "You'll never guess who's moving back to town," she hit me with as I came through the door. "I'll bite, who?" I replied. "Tammy and her husband. Isn't that wonderful?" Wonderful wasn't exactly the first word that came to mind but I held my tongue. "She's married and has a seven year old daughter," Carol went on to say. "Hell, its been what, almost eleven years?" she asked. Besides e-mails, pictures and phone calls the two of them hadn't seen one another since the year we got married. I was about to say something but thought better of it. Everyone was a lot older, and being married with a kid, maybe she'd mellowed; or at least I'd hope she had. "We'll have to get together and have a BBQ," I told Carol. "Do you really mean that? I know Tammy wasn't your favorite person in the world back then." "Look Carol, we're all a lot older and even the best of us have mellowed out and slowed down, including Tammy. I don't hold a grudge and I know you're dying to see her, so don't worry about it," I told her. "Wait till I tell the others, it'll be just like old times," she said beaming. "God, I hope not," I thought to myself. Three weeks after they moved back we were hosting a welcome back party. The girls went on nonstop for the better part of two hours talking, laughing and drinking while the guys did the cooking and bullshitted. "Look at them," one of the husbands said drinking a beer. "It's like they've never been apart. Who would have ever thought that group would settle down, get married and have kids," he said with a laugh. "Hell, Sandy's drank more tonight than I've seen her drink in the last five years." Her husband piped in. "Oh well, let them blow off some steam and get reacquainted. It only means that tonight she's going to be hot to trot after reminiscing about the old days," Connie's husband interjected. "Last time she got together with some of the old group, she didn't let up for almost ten hours; especially when I remind her of all the crazy things we use to do when we were first going out together. I just make the statement that if she wasn't so old we could do them again," he said with a smile. "Hell, she just looked at me and said, 'I'll show you how old I am.' As I said, we never left the bedroom for ten hours except to get another bottle of wine and to hit the shower." We all laughed and said that ten hours of sex would probably put us in the grave, but what a way to go. By 10:30 everyone was gone and we'd almost finished cleaning up. The kids were in bed and we just started up the final load in the dishwasher. I grabbed a beer and was relaxing on the deck when Carol came out. "Have a good time tonight?" I asked knowing the answer. "Just the best time ever," she replied. "Thank you, for putting this all together and cooking the food," she said kissing me, putting my beer on the table. "I don't think you need any more of this, especially for what I've got planned for tonight," she said kissing me with a lot of tongue. "Come upstairs and take a shower, you smell like a BBQ grill," she told me grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs. "Looks like Connie's husband was right," I said to myself. I was in the shower when I felt her hands on my back and then around my waist. She turned me around and started full mouth kissing me with a hell of a lot of tongue. I was erect in seconds flat as we both soaped up each other, paying particular attention to the areas we'd be working on in the next few minutes. When we both slipped and almost fell we knew it was time to take it to the bedroom. Hell, we didn't even make it out of the damn bathroom before we were at it again. I picked up Carol and sat her on the counter and moved between her legs. I kissed her before moving to her breasts and nipples. Because she'd breast fed the kids, her nipples were nice and long and extra sensitive. I worked on one with my lips while I pulled on the other, getting them both red and hard as Carol leaned back against the mirror. Carol was now pushing my head lower and I knew what she wanted. She absolutely loved it when I ate her wet pussy. She told me she could lie there for hours as I licked and sucked her cunt giving her orgasm after orgasm. And tonight was no exception. Her first climax came as I draped her legs over my shoulders and worked just on her clit. Her clit was not very large, just big enough to put between my lips and suck, until she gets off. With a scream she gave up number one as I continued working her clit but in addition her honey pot and starfish. I don't care what a woman tells you, reaming her ass hole will put her over the top every time, especially if you've got at least two fingers in her pussy. Thank God Carol wasn't too vocal tonight, as she bit down on the towel hanging next to her when she climaxed for the second time. "Oh God Steve, don't stop just yet," she said as she guided my lips to where she wanted them. Finally she let go of my head, eased her ass off the counter and pulled me onto the bed. "I need you extra hard tonight, she said pumping my dick before going down on me. Carol gives a pretty decent blowjob but God help you if you don't tell her you're ready to cum. I made that mistake only once and paid for it as I shot my wad half in her mouth and the other half right in her eyes. You'd thought I'd hit her with a bucket of acid the way she reacted. But tonight I was just enjoying the moment. When I was fully erect, Carol climbed aboard and started riding me reverse cowgirl. That way she could work her own pussy and control the action, so to speak. "Oh God yes, oh man, this feels so good tonight," she went on and on as she rode my dick. She'd already gotten off twice and was working on number three when I felt her pussy muscles clamp onto my dick. She was slamming down on my dick with such force I thought she was going to break it, if that was possible. When she let loose with a scream, I grabbed onto her hips and started pushing up at her as hard as I could. I was more than ready as I started pumping everything I had into her wet pussy. I felt two loads leave the end of my dick as Carol leaned back on top of me as I worked her clit trying to get one more out of her. "Stop, stop," she begged me as she pulled off me and flipped over onto my chest kissing and tonguing me. "God damn I needed that tonight," she told me. "And you were great as always," she said as she pulled on my bottom lip with her teeth. "Think I can get you up one more time tonight?" Carol asked as she reached for my dick. "I'll need about a half hour to recover and then we'll see," I replied. "I may be sore, but I'm still up there and need one more," she said almost pleading. "Lie back my love and let me work my magic," I told her reaching into her side table for the lube and 'Mr. Wonderful' as she likes to call her vibrator. The low hum of the vibrator was now being drowned out by the screams and moans of Carol as she covered her face with a pillow. I was working her pussy and clit teasing her as she screamed for me to finish her off, but I was going to stretch it out as long as possible. Taking some lube, I placed it at the entrance of her starfish and eased in one finger. Carol started to say something but I quieter her up by putting the vibrator directly on her clit. I worked one finger into her ass as I continued fingering her pussy with two others. She was going nuts, especially when I'd stop to let her come down a little, before starting again. Carol really wasn't into any ass play other than a finger here and a tongue there, but tonight I'd push it to the next level. Taking another gob of KY, I eased in two fingers this time as I felt her ease up a little. What I did next was to start sucking on her clit as I slipped the vibrator into her ass. You'd think I'd hit her with five hundred volts as she started to buck under me as I turned the vibrator up to the next speed. "Oh my God," she screamed as she thrashed on the bed reaching for my head. "Oh God yes," she screamed as I put my teeth onto her clit and rubbed them back and forth as I finger fucked her pussy and shoved the vibrator all the way up her ass. Her orgasm lasted for about thirty seconds and then she collapsed into a satisfied puddle on the bed. I pulled out everything and gave her clit one more lick before moving up to her face. "No more, no more tonight," she said grabbing me and pulling me in tight. "Rest, I need rest now," she said kissing and licking my lips. We never cleaned up that night. I threw a blanked over the top of us as we fell asleep spooning one another. The kids however, woke us up the following morning by 8:00, telling us that I'd promised them pancakes this morning. "Better get your ass up, I'm not the one who promised them breakfast," Carol said pushing me out of bed. "I'll be down in a minute after I take a shower if I can get my legs to work this morning," she said with a smile. The kids were all but done by the time Carol made her way down the stairs. "Well, I see the body still works. How about a little fun after breakfast," I asked. "Not on your life," was her reply. "I'm going to need a day or two to tighten everything back up, if you know what I mean," she said smiling. "Besides, I told the girls we do a little shopping later today," she told me. So our wonderful life went on. Carol and the group got together every other week but I never paid much attention to it until Carol started coming home later and later. When she didn't show up back at home until one Saturday morning I was a little pissed and hit her when she finally dragged herself out of bed the next morning. "Hon, what time did you finally get home last night?" I asked fully knowing the answer. "Some where in the area of midnight I think," she replied. "Try one a.m., where in the hell were you anyway?" I asked. "At that new club downtown. It was ladies night until 11:30 and then we stopped off for coffee and breakfast after that. I'm sorry, but I thought you'd be asleep." "You know I can't sleep until I know you're home," I told her. Getting The Facts Straight "Well I didn't drive, thank God, so I just needed to sober up a bit before I got home. I guess I can't power drink like I used to," she said rubbing her head. The last two hours were kind of a blur but I guess we had a good time." "Well babes, why don't you back it off for a while. I can imagine the other guys weren't too happy with their wives staying out until all hours of the morning either. I'm not saying you can't go, but ease up on the booze. You've been drinking a lot more than normal and nothing good can come from getting smashed every week." "I know you're right, I'll watch it from now on," she said, but she didn't. Shit hit the fan when Ken, Tammy's husband, called me three weeks later about midnight. "Steve, I'm on my way to pickup the girls. It looks like even their designated driver is too hammered to drive. If you want, I'll swing by and grab you". "Can't leave my kids home alone or I'd go with you. I hope you read them the riot act when you get them in the car; I know I'm going to when Carol gets home." "I'll give you a call when I get them," he said hanging up. "Dumb shit," I said under my breath. About twenty minutes later he called and said he was almost to my house. "Good luck trying to talk to her tonight, they're all blasted. It took me fifteen minutes to get them out of the club and into my SUV. Thank God Carol and two others puked in the parking lot before I could get them strapped in. It would have been a hell of a mess if they'd waited another five minutes," he told me. I met him outside when he pulled up into my driveway. "Take which ever one you want, I don't think a one of them knows where they are," he said now a little pissed off. "Tammy and I are going to be going round and round tomorrow morning when she gets up. When we met she was a party animal and I thought I'd broken her of that, guess we'll have to have the talk again," he said helping me get a drunk Carol out of her seat belt. "Good luck," is all he said as he pulled out. I dumped her onto our bed, threw a cover over her and let her sleep for the night. She never moved a muscle until almost 8 a.m. and that was just to go to the bathroom and stagger back to bed. She didn't finally get up until after 1:00 that afternoon. As she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, I made my first comment. "I guess there is life after death," I said as she sat down and put her head on the kitchen table. "You want coffee and something to eat?" "Just coffee, I'll eat something maybe a little later," Carol said dragging her ass to the counter. Sitting down and taking baby sips she looked up at me. "I know you're pissed, but can we talk about it later?" she begged. "Tonight after the kids are in bed," I told her. "Also, if you think screwing my eyes out is going to get you out of this one, you'd better think again. I've got some errands to run, I'll be back later. Oh, by the way, please take a shower, between the booze and cigarette smell, you're pretty ripe." Stops at Home Depot, Wal-Mart and Publix took me the better part of three hours. I never saw Carol when I unloaded the groceries and other items. When everything was put away I went looking for her. I found her passed out asleep in our bed again. "Maybe there isn't life after death," I said to myself as I headed downstairs and out to the patio. I had the kids help me with the BBQ. We were doing steaks and I guessed that Carol would be hungry by dinnertime. Carol finally came down about 5:00 and still looked like crap. She kind of watched us get everything ready as she sipped on a glass of club soda. As we all sat down to eat, she did thank us for making dinner but never once looked me in the eye. I wasn't looking foreword to tonight but needed to say my piece anyway. "Steve, I know you're mad and have every right to be," she started. "Since Tammy's been back we've been partying like we were still in college. Last night did it for me though. I don't remember how I got home and I think I lost a lung and part of my liver in the club parking lot. Tammy called this morning and said her husband Ken was so pissed; she thought he was going to leave her. Steve, the only thing I can say is, I'm sorry, and it will never happen again." "I was going to rip you a new asshole but I guess you've beat yourself up as much as I would have. I don't know if it's Tammy or you, but when the two of you get together it always ends up bad. I'm not going to say you can't see her anymore, but no more girls nights out for a while; ok?" "You won't get an argument from me," she replied. "But if you don't mind, can we put off makeup sex until tomorrow? My stomach still feels a little queasy and I don't want to puke in the middle of it." "Well, if you're going to puke anyway, there is something I'd like you to do for me," I said pulling down my zipper. "Very funny," she said with a scowl on her face. "Not tonight, but I guess I owe you big time; maybe in a couple of days." I didn't forget, but I guess she did, because I never got my special blowjob. For the next month there were no Friday night outings. We had everyone over two weeks later and all the guys said they had read their wives the riot act but were now softening their stances. "The makeup sex has been great and if all it takes is Pam getting a few drinks under her belt once in a while it's worth it," her husband told us. "She's not a spring chicken anymore and even if a guy hits on her, there's no way she'd cheat on me," he said proudly. Everyone but Ken agreed with us. He just sat there sipping on his beer saying nothing. "Ken you ok?" I asked. "You seem kind of down in the dumps." "Between you and me, those guys don't know shit. Any woman will cheat knowingly or unknowingly when they've had that much to drink. Steve, my first wife use to go out with her friends and party after work but took it one step further and had an affair with one of her co-workers. I found out and dumped her ass. I made sure Tammy understood, when we got serious, that I had a zero tolerance on cheating. We've had more than one discussion about her drinking and it hasn't been an issue up until lately. I told her that one more occurrence like the last time and there would be consequences. I didn't tell her what they'd be, because I haven't a clue myself. I'm using it as a threat to keep her in line, at least for now," he told me. "Ken, I told Carol the same thing. I didn't threaten her, but I let her know I wouldn't put up with it again. I think they've learned their lesson; or at least I hope so," I told him. I guess everything wasn't rosy with Tammy and Ken just yet. Everything was going great until three weeks later when Carol said she was going to stop for a drink after work on Friday. "What do you mean no?" she asked. "What about no don't you understand?" I replied. "Steve, I'm not going out drinking, I'm just stopping after work with a few friends, that's all," she told me again. "Carol, we talked about this the last time you decided to stop for a few," I told her. "And what happened? You were sick for almost two days. We've got plans for this weekend and I'm not going to let you screw them up," I said getting a little angry. "Maybe you don't understand Steve, I don't need your permission, I'm just telling you I will be a little late, that's all," she replied. "I'm not going out to get hammered, one drink, one damn drink is all I'm going to have," she spit at me. "Like I said before, no, I don't want you to stop. Come home after work and you can have all the drinks you want at home if that's what floats your boat. But we are all going to have dinner together and leave by 9 tomorrow morning," I told her digging in my heels. "Jesus Christ Steve, do you have a bug up your ass or something? I'm going to have one drink and I'll be back home by no later than 6:30 to 7, what's the big deal?" "Carol, the big deal is, the last six times you went out with your friends, you drank too much and I don't want that to happen again Friday night. So just come home after work and we'll have a nice evening and a great weekend; that's all I'm asking," I said kind of hoping she would see my point of view. Well, she didn't and stomped off to bed. "Looks like no nookie tonight," I said to myself. Carol didn't stop off after work, but was in a piss poor mood all weekend and let everyone know it. The kids and I had a great time at the theme park and she just sulked. By the time the fireworks started she'd already been looking at her watch for last half hour. When they were done, she almost ran for the car. "I'm glad I didn't stop Friday for that drink, or the earth probably would have stopped revolving and we'd all be floating in space right now," she said sarcastically. "I'm sorry you didn't have a good time, but the kids and I did anyway. If you wouldn't have copped an attitude you might have enjoyed yourself," I told her. "Yes, lord and master, ruler of the house," she said in a sarcastic tone. "Look Carol," I said trying to diffuse the situation. "I'm just saying that since Tammy's been back, the old group has gotten out of hand more than once. If you want to go out for a drink I don't have a problem with it. However, if you want to get falling down drunk and make an ass out of yourselves, that I have a problem with." "Steve, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. I've been out from under my daddy's wing for a long time and I don't want to have to answer to you for everything I do," she told me. "Have I ever said a word when you and the guys want to play cards or when you went to Tom's stag party? Remember the girls and I watched the video the following week. You need to trust me like I trust you." "All right, you win. I trust you, you trust me and we go on from here," I told her. Life was good again, and so was the sex. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. About six weeks later Carol came home late and stone sober from a girl's night out. She went upstairs immediately and jumped into the shower. I followed her upstairs and asked if she wanted company. "Steve, I'm tired and all I want to do right now is go to sleep," she announced. When she got out I was waiting for her in bed. I at least wanted a little body contact but she would have nothing to do with me. She gave me a kiss and then tossed and turned all night long. Something wasn't right. For the next two weeks, Carol was cool to say the least. I asked what was wrong and she denied that anything was. Our hot sex became routine and methodical no matter what I did. I became more than concerned when we went from three times a week to one at best. When I asked her about it she about took my head off. "For Christ's sakes Steve, I'm not twenty anymore and neither are you. I still love being with you, it's just that I don't need it every night damn it," she told me. Something was wrong or something had happened that night but I decided to wait to see how long the coldness would continue. I was just about ready to bring it up when the hushed phone calls started. Carol would be whispering into the receiver and would quickly get off or change the subject when I came into the room. The girl's night outs still happened about every other week, but when I asked where they'd be going, I never got a definitive answer. "I'm not sure if we're going to the club or just going out to dinner," she would tell me. "If you need to get hold of me, you can always call my cell phone," she came back with when I questioned her. "Ted, Steve here," I opened with. "I've got a personal question for you if you don't mind answering," I paused. "Has Tammy been acting different lately?" I asked. "Nope, she's still the crazy Tammy that she's always been," Ken, told me. "Well Carol's been a little stand offish lately, like something's on her mind," I told him. "Maybe it's just me and I'm making too much of it, hell the girls deserved to blow off a little steam once in a while." "Steve, Carol hasn't gone out with the girls in the last month," he replied. "I know Tammy and Carol see each other once in a while, but she's no longer going out with the group on Friday nights," Ken told me. My mind at that point went into hyper drive. "You sure about that?" "Positive. I even asked Tammy and she said Carol had other plans." "Ken, don't say anything to Tammy if you don't mind. I'll talk to Carol and see what's going on, maybe she had a falling out with someone in the group or something," I told him. "Well Steve, if I hear anything I'll give you a call." "Shit, if she's not going out with her friends anymore, whom is she going out with," I asked myself. I thought about all the things that were going on, and I didn't like where my mind was taking me. We were making love, or having sex as it was now, only once a week. She didn't like to cuddle anymore and got really pissed the last time I came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Finally, going out after work on Friday and saying she was going out with her friends; this didn't look good. I didn't think there was any way in hell Carol would cheat on me, but now I wasn't so sure. "Steve, listen to yourself," my brain finally kicked in. "You've got a wonderful, caring wife who's never given you any reason to doubt her, what are you thinking?" When Friday came around I waited to see what she'd say this week. Ken said that the girls were planning on going to dinner and out to the club, so I wanted to see what Carol would be telling me. "Hey hon, you going out with the girls tonight?" I asked. "Yes, I plan on it unless something happens," she said being careful not to look at me. "What are you guys planning tonight? I hope you women don't plan on closing up the club and asking me to drive you home because you're all too drunk," I said with a snicker. "For your information I haven't got the least bit drunk in the last month and we'll probably end up at a show or something," she told me. "I should be home by 11 tonight, so no, you won't have to pick me up." "Why don't you skip tonight? I've got a bottle of your favorite wine in the refrigerator, a bottle of massage oil upstairs and I know I can still make you scream in bed given the chance." "Steve, I'm driving tonight and I can't let the girls down. Give me a rain check until tomorrow and I promise to make it worth your while," she told me. "All right, it's a date for tomorrow and no backing out," I told her. As I watched her drive off, I knew she had lied and was now I didn't know what to believe any more. I gave her twenty minutes and then called Ken. "Hey Ken, did Carol pickup Tammy tonight?" I asked. "Nope, but I did hear Tammy whisper to the girls that Carol wouldn't be coming with them tonight again. Steve, someone asked Tammy if you suspected any thing and she told her that Carol planned on telling you soon because she felt bad lying to you," he told me. "Maybe it's just something innocent, you know, maybe she's planning a surprise party for you." I thanked him but I knew there wasn't going to be any damn surprise party. Hell, it wasn't even close to my birthday, our wedding anniversary or anything else. She was going out meeting someone and it wasn't for some fucking movie either. That night I tore into her stuff looking for clues. I didn't know what I was looking for, but if there was something in the house I was going to find it. I found a bag with a new nightgown but it was far from being sexy. If she was having an affair this outfit would almost have the reverse effect. That's when I sat on the edge of the bed by her closet. Affair, I'd finally said it out loud. The sneaking around, the lying, the lack of physical closeness and sex all added up to one thing and I was crushed. "I know I'm not perfect, but she'd always seemed happy; where did I go wrong," I asked myself. That's when I guess I lost it. I yanked all her clothes out of her closet and threw them on the bed. I emptied her dresser drawers and started putting everything into garbage bags. It took me the better part of two hours but I got all her shit packed up. "I won't be a fucking cuckold any longer. If she wants to screw around, she can do what ever she wants, but not while she's living under my roof," the voice in my head screamed. I dragged all her stuff downstairs and piled it in the living room. "Bitch, if she felt bad before about lying to me, she's probably going to be pissed that I'd found out about her cheating and was kicking her ass to the curb," I said looking out the window. That's when I started drinking. I was angry but wasn't looking forward to confronting her tonight, so I got a little liquid courage in me; oh hell, I got a lot; probably too much. Carol walked in just before 11:00 and I was sauced. She saw the bags piled in the living room and opened one of them. "Steve, where the hell are you?" she called out. I was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen when I heard her call out. I had finished up the first bottle of wine and was well into the second. Being a lightweight drinker, I kind of stumbled getting off the stool and walked into the living room. Carol was opening one bag after another as she was getting more pissed by the minute. "You've got ten minutes to get your ass in here and put my clothes back where they belong," she shouted. "I leave you for one night and what do you do? You get drunk and stupid on me," she shouted. "Steve, have you lost your ever loving mind?" "I haven't but you sure have if you think I'm going to put up with your running around on me," I replied doing my best to keep my balance. "Where were you tonight my love and don't try to tell me you were with Tammy and your friends, because I've already heard enough lies from you?" I told her as I kept my anger in check, at least for the moment. "If you must know, I was with my parents at their house and if you don't believe me you can call them," she spit back at me. "Let's just say for the sake of argument, I believe you, why didn't to tell me that when you left tonight; instead of lying, why all the secrecy?" I asked. "Because, I'm going to need their help in the near future so I can go back to work after the baby's born," she told me. "That is, unless you think we can make it on just your salary?" All right I was drunk, but not so much as I missed every thing she just said; just every thing after she mentioned the word baby. "What baby?" I shot back at her. "My baby, or should I say, our baby. I found out for sure a month ago and I guess I panicked. I know we didn't plan on any more kids, especially since ours are now pretty self-sufficient. When I started getting sick in the morning I thought it was the flu or something I ate. I never dreamed I was pregnant. When Tammy told me it sounded like I had a bun in the oven we both laughed it off. Two days later I wasn't laughing when I did a home pregnancy test and it came out positive. "We're going to have a baby?" I said still in shock. "That's why I haven't been drinking or hitting the clubs with Tammy for the last few weeks. Mom and dad have agreed to be permanent baby sitters until we can afford for me to quit. I guess I was pretty bummed out about being a mother again and the last thing I wanted to do was fool around with you; that's how I got myself into this condition." "Why didn't you just come right out and tell me?" I asked. "Steve, you were the one who kept talking about all the things we were going to do now that the kids were old enough. All the trips and even leaving the kids at one of our parents houses so we could have some adult time without having to worry about the kids walking in on us; remember? So what's with all the clothes and stuff? I don't understand?" Getting The Facts Straight "I thought you were having an affair," I told her. "A what?" Carol screamed back at me. "I thought you were having an affair. You lied about going out with Tammy and with the decrease in sex and the hushed phone calls, I put two and two together," I told her. "So without any real proof, you were going to what, throw me out of the house? How come the bags aren't on the front lawn, were you too drunk to drag them out? Have you told the kids yet that their mother is a dirty slut, or were you going to leave that up to me?" she said now shouting. "I can't fucking believe it, you were ready to toss me out without even talking to me," she said throwing one of the bags of clothes at me knocking me over. "Steve, I'm going to shut up right now and go upstairs before I say something I'll regret. I'll be in the spare room tonight, but I expect all my stuff to be put back where it belongs before tomorrow morning; do I make myself clear?" she said with steam coming out of her ears. "Can't I wait until morning?" I asked. Let's just say the look that Carol gave me said it all as she walked up the stairs and slammed the door on the spare room. "Well, the good news is that at least I know now that she's not cheating on me," I said to myself. "The bad news, is that it's going to take me about four hours to put everything back," I thought as I grabbed the first of at least twelve bags. What time I finally fell asleep I haven't a clue. All I know is that I woke up with a huge hangover lying on our bed. Carol's clothes were in her closet but they didn't look too good. A lot were wrinkled and some weren't hanging too straight on the hangers. "Well, at least they were all in there again," I said looking at all the empty garbage bags. "I was going to be a dad again," the words from last night came back into my head. However, it sounded like Carol wasn't too happy about being a mother for the third time. A shower brought me back to the land of the living and after putting on my best face; I went down stairs where Carol and the kids were having breakfast. "Good morning, and how is everyone feeling today?" I said as they all looked at me wondering what I was on. "After breakfast we need to talk," Carol said to me as the kids looked on. "Dad, I think you're in trouble," my son whispered to me. "I know," I whispered back as I went for some much-needed coffee. The kids finished and left in a big hurry. I guess they didn't want to be a witness to my murder. "In my defense, look at it from my perspective," I started. "What would you think if I turned you down for sex at least five times and refused to even cuddle with you? On top of that, if I said I was going out with Tom and you found out I'd lied to you, wouldn't you have been a little suspicious?" I told her making my case. "I'll grant you that, but I would have grabbed you by the balls and told you, 'Steve, if you're cheating on me sucker, I'm going to have these bronzed and put on my mantle,' I sure as hell wouldn't have packed your shit up in garbage bags and had it waiting for you when you decided to come home. Your stuff would have been scattered on the front lawn with the sprinklers turned on, or in a smoldering pile after I'd had a bon fire," she said getting upset again. "After twelve years, you don't trust me? I didn't rate even an accusation from you?" "Well, if you wouldn't have lied to me, none of this would have happened," I told her. "Well if I hadn't let you in my pussy none of this would have happened either," she said raising her shirt to show me her still flat belly. "I'm still trying to figure out how I got pregnant on the pill," she said. "Who else knows besides your parents," I asked. "Tammy, Debbie and Connie," she told me. "I told them I wasn't drinking anymore and before I could say anything Tammy blurted out that I was pregnant. I had to tell mom and dad; because you don't make enough to pay for everything so I was going to have to go back to work and we'd need some type of childcare. Believe it or not, tomorrow was going to be the night I told you. I checked on my company's policy for maturity leave and with my sick time and accrued vacation we'd have just enough to make it, until I went back" she told me. "I didn't want you to get all freaked out when I told you." "I guess I misread the facts and I didn't believe it was even possible until I caught you in that lie," I said for the fourth time. "One little white lie. How many lies have you told me over the years? Did I ever once pack up your shit because I caught you in one?" she said starring at me. "Having you think I was low enough to cheat on you really hurt. It's going to take me a while to forgive you for that one," she said with her arms crossed in front of her. So, that's my story, what there is of it. I probably should have said something before doing what I did, but everyone makes mistakes. We slept together Sunday night but it's still a little frigid in our bedroom. I've told her I'm sorry until I'm blue in the face but she says she's still hurt by my accusations. As I said, I'm tired of eating crow, no more. Tonight I plan on getting some nookie. They say good foreplay takes more than fifteen minutes of kissing, so I've planned dinner, a sleep over for the kids and a few other nice things for Carol for tonight. If that doesn't work, I can always tell her I'm going out with Ken and not to wait up. Maybe that'll get her attention.