40 comments/ 55480 views/ 20 favorites Trite By: magmaman {This rambles, most of what I write does. Can't help it, I am 71 now, which means I get to if I want to.} +++ Hell, I wasn't early, I was right on time. It was a Wednesday, just another long day at work ended, so I went home. My name is Tom, the wife, June. Nothing special about either of us, she is a dishwater blond, packs about 10 stubborn pounds that she claimed are impossible to lose, but I happen to know it's because she liked snacks. Cheetos and Corn chips, stuff like that. I don't eat that crap so the bags of them in the cupboard are hers. No matter, I usually get along fine with her and she does keep a neat house. Her cooking could be better, but I knew what I was getting into there from eating dinner with her folks a few times. I knew there would be the extra pounds growing on her, after all, I did meet her Mother. No biggie to me, I always found mildly chubby women on the fun side. I like the feeling of a soft tummy in my hands when they are down on their hands and knees, one of my little kinks. I did figure out how she managed to get mashed Potatoes so gummy, hers comes in a box. Same brand her Mother buys. Why anyone would buy Potatoes in a box is beyond me, what are they? Maybe 50 cents a pound? Twice as much in the box, maybe more. But June does. I drove a fork truck back then, union shop so the pay was $19.36 per hour, not bad for doing that. Good benefits, too. June? She cleaned the house, and ate chips, near as I can tell that was it. I often asked her how her day went when I got home but when I did she launched into what happened on the soap operas that day. Kind of drives me bats, that. But good husbands need to show interest, so I nearly always asked. Plus a hug and a kiss, the pat on the butt matters. Oh, yeah, she shops. She loves shoes, I swear she came up with a new pair every month. That makes her happy, so I don't complain. Probably because of her Mother? Yea, a different pair of shoes to wear for every single day. With spares, just in case. I did ask her why she bought two pair just alike once, those had four inch heels. "They were on sale, so I thought that if I broke a heel on one pair...?" Yea, sale. $79.95. Nothing that ends in "$0.95" is ever really on sale. I didn't say anything, we had already had that discussion. I get a year out of a pair of shoes myself, so I really don't understand that. Even the tight ones, go outside and walk in some mud puddles, then wear them for a couple of hours wet like that and they fit fine. Way back when June and I first got married we experimented a little bit with sexy stuff. A bit of flashing on the beach, no big deal since most of the other women were also topless. June sure had nice tits, she knew that of course. I liked showing her off, it was fun and one of my little kinks. No one ever pays any real attention in those situations. Let's face it, nudity is boring when everyone is naked. Still, it was a kick, like I said, one of my silly kinks. June didn't mind doing things like that, she had nice ones and was proud of them so it didn't take me a hell of a lot of talking to get her to do it. The only time I balked was when we were at the beach and I was sitting thee chatting with a couple of guys I know. We were behind some rocks trying to stay out of the wind, sand stings when it is gusting outside. Here came June, she plopped down on a blanket just a couple of feet away. Topless, of course. Like I said, by then that was no big deal, the guys looked and we went back to talking, not paying any real attention to her. Damned if she didn't reach down and tug the string on her bottoms, set them aside and opened up her legs! My friends quit talking. Neatly trimmed bare pussy, damn it. Puffy looking, like she gets when she is expecting something to happen down there? I didn't want the guys looking at my wife's bare pussy, that was embarrassing. It was fucking blatant, no accident there. I guess I raised my voice when I told her to put those right back on. She did, giving me a funny look. On the way home she asked me what that was all about. I told her topless was one thing, even an accident was OK, but blatant like that I didn't like. "Oh." Was all she said, like she got it or something. I doubted that she did, though. Being clever was not one of her strong points. I did get her to open the drape down at the fitting room at our local clothing store with just a skirt she was trying on and an old guy was sitting there acting bored because his fat wife was in the other cubicle. The old guy looked like he swallowed his false teeth when he spotted June trying on bras, that was fun. He also wasn't bored any more after that, leaning over so far I was getting ready to try and catch him when he fell off the bench. But then, June does have a nice set of tits on her, the ski slope shape, you know what I mean. I couldn't blame the old guy for getting a kick out of being flashed, June was just standing there looking at the bra in her hands like she didn't have a clue. Her nipples were all crinkled up, she enjoyed stuff like that. Then when his fat wife came out the old guy whispered something to her, she looked at me and turned a bit pink. Damned if she didn't leave the curtains open an few inches, letting me have a peek at her two oversize water balloons hanging down before she reached out and jerked the drapes closed. The old guy was glancing my way to see my reaction, so I did my best to act like that was really cool. Then just a couple of minutes later the fat woman slid the curtains aside, all she had on was a pair of skimpy panties. "How do these look, Herman?" She asked, pretending to not see me sitting there almost in front of her. The panties were black and I nearly couldn't see the front of them because her belly hung down in the way. Damn she had big tits! That went on for a good half hour, first June did a little show, then the older woman did. That was funny, I had to tell June what happened on the way home because I kept giggling about it. She knew something was going on but couldn't see it from her dressing cubicle. I had visions of the old guy up on top of his fat wife trying to not get bucked off. What the hell, everyone deserves to knock off a piece once in awhile, even old folks. Who knows, maybe we helped them out in a way? +++ June often wore low cut tops with no bra when we went out to dinner, knowing very well I liked it. There were lots of mildly sexy incidents, other than that I guess we were just a normal married couple. We even did a swing once, almost by accident. I sure as hell didn't plan it anyway and I know June didn't. At least I didn't think so at the time. There was this couple, Dave and Marie that we know. Marie was a vision to look at, let me tell you. Dave was shorter than me by a few inches, and he had a bit of a belly on him. He also wore glasses, it made him look a little bit like a nerd. Yes, bald spot on the back of his head. How they hooked up I didn't know for sure. Well, maybe I do, they had a brand new Caddy in the driveway and our place might make a down payment on theirs. They had one of those giant TV sets, this was before the flat screens came along. 48 inches for God's sakes. Ours was supposed to be 17 inches but it was only 16 1/2", I know because I measured it. We had been to a few of their parties before, Marie always looked nasty as all get out and June was always dressing to try and keep up when we were going to be around. That evening was mostly tits almost out all over the place, even a couple of other women that were on the bashful side actually undid some buttons trying to keep up. It was pretty drunk in there that night. I was sucking down the sauce and trying to keep track of how many nipples I got a peek at, it was six counting June's by the time it got late. So at that latest party over at their house, we all got a pretty good snoot full and after everyone else had left Dave and Marie asked if we wanted to stay and play some cards. For pennies at first, then somehow, and I am still not too sure how, it became strip poker. I lost first (of course) and got all bashful about dropping my briefs but Marie was sitting there with her magnificent tits out and she wasn't minding me looking so I took a deep breath and slid them off. June was grinning, delighting in my bit of bashfulness. She was down to her bra and white cottons by then. That by itself was different, June had a bra on which is part of why I wondered later if she had some idea of what was coming. Of course I was pointed straight up, of course I was and while I am a far cry from huge it's a good sized one. For some reason I am not sure of my dick makes a long turn to the left, kind of like a Banana. Probably from abusing it quite a bit when I was growing up. I loved my Dad's electric shaver, it buzzed. The cord wasn't long enough for me to hang my dick over the john and reach it so I cut off an extension cord and shortened it. I hid that under my mattress, waiting until the folks were asleep before heading to the bathroom. That worked fine until one day as I fired one off the shaver slipped and fell in the toilet and that popped the breakers. I got yelled at. Man, was Dad pissed off! "Honey, stop yelling. Tommy is just growing up." My Mom defended me, I saw she had a smirk on her face though. Dad went and bought a new shaver, kept it in his bedroom. I hid in my own bedroom for a few days, managing to get through dinner before vanishing. That all blew over though. A box of tissues did appear on the night stand in my bedroom, no one mentioned that and I didn't ask. I am pretty sure that was Mom that did that. +++ Anyway, down went my briefs and I was as big as it ever gets. I used to think I was deformed but then I saw some porno movies and I guess lots of guys curve some. "Wow!" Marie said, then she did a little stretch, giggled as I sat back down. I looked at her tits, her nipples snugged right up. Nice ones, nicer even than June's big mildly drooping round ones. Dave lost his hand next, he dropped his boxers and I saw that he had maybe a shade over half of what I had going on. It stuck straight out, I swear, it looked a lot like half of one of those pure pork sausages, the foreskin hanging out a good inch. He wasn't even hard, I guess the booze was holding him back. June looked, I saw her look, then she got a smirk on her face. There we sat, two bare ass naked guys and one gal topless, the other in her bra and panties. I saw determination set in on their faces, both clearly wanted to win. It wasn't too long before June lost her bra, she has nice big round tits that hang down just a little bit, with real pale nipples. I expected her to be shy about that since Dave had never seen them completely bare but she wasn't, not one bit. The next hand was the one, June had a pair of 4's and Marie had three aces. So Marie won and got to keep her panties, such as they were. But then we were on the couch fiddling around, first with our own mate and then we were fiddling around with each others wives. I think it was Marie that brought it up, not sure about that part. She kept looking at me while Dave was nibbling away at her boobs, then she said something to him. Dave looked over at me, grinned. I grinned right back. Marie gave me a look, she was smiling. I glanced at June, her face was bright pink. "Just for petting." Is exactly what Dave said to me, but he didn't mean that as I found out in about 60 seconds because Marie had her mouth on my dick and Dave had his nose in June's crotch. I didn't think Marie sucking my cock and Dave licking my wife's pussy was exactly "petting" but I also didn't complain. So I got to see Marie with her panties off, since I was the one that took them off. Then her legs were nice and wide and she hopped up on me, bouncing around, her very nice titties jiggling up and down. Nothing at all like June's that roll around all over the place, even swinging back and forth. Her snatch was different, too. June's is a sweet curve with just the middle of her lips poking out of a mass of black hair, which is odd since the hair on her head is dishwater blond and she doesn't dye it. Marie on the other hand had a mass of flesh sticking out that was hard to believe. Her pubic mound sort of protruded so her pussy looked flat rather than a curve like most women have. She had black pubic hair too, but not very much of it. Like I said, Marie was a vision, there was no fat on her, her body was light brown and not a single line anywhere. I had a finger inside of her in short order, I could feel her gripping me. I did get a glimpse of June lying back as Dave slid on top of her, his hairy ass working like a jackhammer. I suppose I should have been upset at watching Dave poke June, but I was busy poking Marie so I really didn't give a shit right then. Like I mentioned, I was drunk as a Skunk, so were all of us. Turns out they had done things like that before, for June and I it was a first. Then on the way home at around 4 AM, after a whole pot of Coffee, June was pouting. "Marie's tits are better than mine!" She sniffed. Well, that was true but even still in the bag I was smart enough to not agree with her. "I bet her pussy is tighter than mine too." Was next. I hit the windshield squirt button trying to act like I was distracted for a minute. It was true but I sure as hell wasn't going to admit it. "You sure looked like you were enjoying the hell out of that!" Was right behind that and it got worse from there. Damn it, she did it too, so what was the deal? I did figure it out though. June is one of those women that require a good 15-20 minutes of fiddling around so I have been trained to last awhile. And with me being drunk, I was still going strong long after Dave was all done. I mean, I wanted to let fly in Marie but I was struggling to get there, so I guess we went at it for nearly a half hour. Plus I had licked and fingered her and sucked her nipples and licked her belly and all sorts of stuff. So June sat there, not satisfied and watched while Marie and I did just fine. I did glance over once and saw her trying to get Dave working again but no such luck. He even dozed off for a bit while Marie and I worked on each other. I had a few scratch marks on my back, June was pissed off about that, too. To be honest, that didn't even register on me that Dave left her hanging, I was sort of busy. It wasn't that his dick was so little, I got a glimpse of it once he got hard, he is one of those guys that grow a lot so he had nearly as much going on as me once he was fired up. The problem was he rubbed her boobs for maybe 10 seconds, licked her beaver for another 10 seconds, then had it rammed home for maybe 60 seconds. When we got to the house, even though I was tired, I decided to give June a roll to let her know she was just fine. But damn, that Marie got it all, I was drained and no amount of effort was going to get me up again for at least several hours. That pissed her off even more. I am usually good for seconds in a half hour or so, but not plastered normally. Add in that Marie was, well...excellent? I suppose I could have licked her but to be frank, but after what I had just watched I didn't want to. Maybe if she had showered I might have, but like I said, we were both pretty drunk. So I decided to give her one of my hand jobs. Right in the middle of me doing my clever soft thigh stroking technique, I realized that June was snoring so I rolled over and went to sleep. There was close to a week of June pouting, I knew what was wrong but what in the hell could I do about it? I did pat her on the ass, complimented her, got her down on her tummy on the bed the next night, nothing worked to get her mood back. I did try to discuss it, a mistake. "I sure got the short end of the stick!" She complained, like we were supposed to be even or something? But finally things went back to normal, except she didn't want to go over to Dave and Marie's place any more. I did mention it once when she refused to go to one of the parties, she told me that we needed to be faithful to each other and nothing like that could ever happen again. That was OK with me anyway since June really was a pretty good piece of ass, so I agreed and mostly forgot about it. Maybe I should have paid more attention? +++ Then came that afternoon, I came home right on time like I always do. Even on the days when the boss let me off early, on those days I stopped and watched the dancers at a local tavern. I always drank soda pop and kept an eye on my wrist watch, like I said. I am a good husband and come home right on time. No June in the living room, no June in the kitchen. I found her in the bedroom, and she wasn't alone. Both of them were sound asleep. OK, what had been going on was completely clear, they had their arms around each other. Covers tugged up, the guy's head was on what was supposed to be MY pillow. From what I read, most husbands either find out by coming home early and catching them, or maybe someone breaks down and tells the husband. Hire the private detective, set up hidden video, but the phones? Catch the bitch in the act, got to do it cleverly. Then he goes out and does stuff to fuck his wife up, messes the poor guy who was just getting a piece of ass up. I never understood wanting to mess up the poor guy, I mean, think about it? The woman spreads her legs, things come up, everything goes right on autopilot, men can't help themselves. Not their fault. Still, catching them means SOMETHING different has to happen, you know, come home early...surprise!! That is on the trite side, but I guess it would be more common. And to my way of thinking back then, women are the ones that needed to control themselves. Yea, I know. Chauvinistic shit, but then I was no different than any other guy at that stage of my life. It was later before I figured out that women LOVE to fuck, and will if they feel nice and safe and won't get caught. Like when you are out of town and no chance at all of catching her. Then when you do get home and dinner is great, then the wife is acting all nasty and she gives you a roll in the hay that is spectacular? Yea, she probably loves you, she just likes to fuck sometimes. The wife that simply can NOT be fucked no matter what does not exist, and they like it just as much as men do. Most of the time they don't get caught at all! So getting caught nearly always means something different happened. +++ Hell, coming home when one is supposed to and catching the better half in bed with someone else is rare, I think. Nothing trite there. It would have been, the boss sent me home at 4 PM instead of 5, no loads coming in until morning so why not? I stopped and watched some blond with huge fake tits show me everything, even her butt hole, had myself a Pepsi or I might have walked in with June and the jerk in the act. Now to me, swinging is one thing, we were both into that so that is not cheating. I knew she wasn't real happy with Dave's performance but that sure as hell wasn't my fault. Well, maybe it was, June was all done and I was still energetically enjoying the hell out of being inside Marie, I suppose I should have been more sensitive to my wife's needs and just fired one off early, I guess. That was the way June had acted, anyway. Now messing up MY bed, MY bedroom, with MY wife while I am slaving away at work driving a fucking fork truck which I hate is something else entirely. OK. So I was checking out the blond earlier, I didn't fuck her or anything, all I did was look. Trite I did walk over to the bed, leaned down and looked closely at the guy. He was snoring away, and I had no idea at all who the fuck he was. I even pulled the covers back and looked, his dick wasn't all that impressive, either, maybe four inches all wrinkled up and covered with gunk. Plus June's pussy was all smeared with this dude's snot. Not a fucking stitch on either one of them! Just FUCK!! That I saw as plain as day and my thoughts turned into a red haze. The fucker was seriously snoring, too, and I mean loud! I snore myself, at least if I can believe June, because she sometimes pokes me awake and makes me turn over. The asshole must have given her one hell of a ride if she could sleep through that. Opening my top dresser drawer, I pulled out my big .45 caliber revolver, thumbed the hammer back and planted 200 grains of lead into the floor at the foot of the bed. That is kind of loud, touching off a cannon like that inside a room. OK. I was a little bit pissed off. Yep. It woke them up. June jerked awake first and looked over at the door, she didn't see me right off because I was at the foot of the bed. "What in the...? Jack, wake up! Tom will be home...." Then she saw me. Her mouth formed a little "O" but no sound came out. The jerk snorted and opened his eyes, he saw me, he looked confused for a second or two, then his eyes got way bigger when he saw what I had in my hand. "So. Who in the hell are you, and what are you doing fucking my wife?" I asked him, as calm as a Cucumber. He just stared at me, his mouth working. "Best that you get up, I don't want to get our new sheets all bloody." I told him with a smile as I thumbed the hammer back with a loud click. I happened to know those sheets were brand new, June brought them home just the day before. That pissed me off too, I love new sheets. "Tom! Honey, please?" June was close to crying, she grabbed the blankets, sitting up with her knees pulled up. She covered her tits like she didn't want ME to see them? "Now I distinctly remember you telling me just a couple of months ago that nothing like this could ever happen again." I told June as the guy I now knew was Jack was trying to hide behind a pillow. Yea, like that would work. He could be behind a steel plate and I could put a hole in him with the cannon I had in my hand. I was thinking of doing exactly that, my opinions of who was really at fault here sort of went out the window. I mean, the guy had been fucking my WIFE!!! I saw his eyes dart towards the door, so I walked over there and kicked it closed. He still hadn't said a word. His eyes got bigger than I have ever seen on a man. "Tom? It's not what it looks like!" June cried out. Now that line IS trite. "Oh, OK. Just doing some yoga, I guess?" I sneered. Neither one answered. "Fuck it. Tell you what, Jack. You have 10 seconds to grab your pants and be out the front door, after that I am going to shoot you right in the balls!" I told him. He didn't move, honest to God. "three...four..." I began, and Jack was up in a flash, out the front door with his pants, shoes and shirt. Naked as a Jaybird! He left his white underwear on the floor, I looked at them and laughed. "Not my size." Then I really broke out laughing, like that was funny or something. Hell, all of a sudden I was hysterical. This shit happens to other guys, not to me! Getting myself under control, I went out into the living room, sat down and clicked on the news. I had to wipe my eyes, how a man can cry and laugh at the same time is beyond me. I set the pistol down on the end table next to me after carefully releasing the hammer on it and rolling the cylinder to the now dead round. No sense in having any accidents, I am careful with firearms. No hammer lock on my pistol, drop it and the thing can go off. I watched the news, the usual shit about someone finding a dead body in the river, some jerk held up a toy store, a hit and run they were looking for, the Mayor wanted to spend a few hundred million on light rail. It was nearly a half hour before June came out, she stood there and looked at me. I wasn't about to shoot her, or anyone, I like being free to come and go but Jack didn't know that and June wasn't real sure. She appeared frightened. "What's for dinner?" I asked her. "I will...I can....?" She headed quickly for the kitchen. "Better not be any of those gummy fucking mashed Potatoes!" I yelled after her. 20 minutes later she set a big bowl down, it was Spaghetti and meatballs. She didn't even try to stretch the sauce with ketchup this time. Yukon Gold potatoes, cut in half and pressed into some flour, salt and Pepper, then pan fried in butter. I had picked up some of them myself a couple of days before as a hint, even told her how I liked them. Just a hint, that usually didn't work. I had even told her to wash them but not peel them, I like the damn peelings! Kind of good, actually. I ate in silence, never said a single word as June dabbed at hers with a fork. Later, she came into the living room, sat on the couch with her hands in her lap. "I have never seen you like this." She said finally. Not what I expected her to say, I expected crying, apologies, some bullshit. "Like what?" I asked. "So...cold? You..you are scaring me." "Yea? Well, I never saw you in our bed with a stranger before." I told her. "Tom, I..? It just happened. I'm sorry." She was sniffling a little bit. "How can you end up fucking a stranger, and it just happens?" I asked. "Jack isn't...I mean...he works at the shoe store, I went in to get some new ones and...." She looked down. "How does buying new shoes get Jack into my fucking bed?" I demanded. "He asked me to..lunch and he has always been nice, so I went. It was just lunch." She said. "So you had lunch and then brought him home to fuck, right?" "Tom, I am so sorry. It will never happen again, it was just this one time." "I see. How would you like it if I was to stop off on the way home, maybe fuck Marie again?" I told her. June's eyes flashed, but she quickly controlled that. I guess I touched a nerve there. From there things went downhill into a yelling match, June accused me of cheating on her myself, which I wasn't but they do say a good attack bests a good defense most of the time. So June was now acting mad at ME? I caught her in bed with some jerk and she was mad at ME? So help me God, women! I slept in the spare room, on clean new sheets. No way was I going into that bedroom with June. +++ The next day I still had not made up my mind as to what to do. I suppose I could have gone crazy, dumped her ass, cashed out the $863.49 we had in the bank and hit the road, leaving her with the house payments. Except we didn't have any house payments, I had inherited the place from my Grandfather and it was in my name alone. Grandpa had used it as a rental, so you can probably guess what it was like when I moved in. There must have been 200 fucking nails driven into the walls. There were curtains, but someone had a Cat so those were replaced, the carpets had trails worn in them. In the bedroom, I found a used condom that had been thrown in the corner, God knows how long that had laid there. Probably from one of the fourteen Mexicans that lived there after Grandpa rented to a couple. I was the one that had to evict them after Grandpa passed away. I had been slowly fixing things up. So the house was mine anyway. No car payments, my 1978 Toyota pickup didn't cost all that much and June's older Chevy was sort of beaten up but paid for. We were not exactly well off, like I said, $19.36 an hour driving a fork truck. I kicked all of the possibles around in my head, none of them sounded very good. I even thought of dragging her out on the lawn and hosing her off with cold water, snickered to myself over that one. Finding out that your own "loving" wife is fucking around behind your back can make a man a little bit crazy, I guess. +++ I couldn't help myself, I pulled into the lot at the shoe store, went in and asked for Jack. I really had no idea of what I was going to say or do to him. They told me he had quit. I asked if they knew where he went, they had no idea. That meant he probably was no longer an issue, I think I scared him some. I did grin to myself at that. Dinner was ready when I got home. Mashed Potatoes and gravy, a nice looking steak, and some Corn. The spuds were good, I mean really good, now what in the hell? Real fucking butter, too, not that stuff that comes in the tub that turns to water in a frying pan. "I bought the Yukon Gold ones you like, followed the recipe for fluffy mashed Potatoes, and made the gravy from scratch off the steak drippings." She said proudly. I almost mentioned that she must be trying to make it up to me for her fucking around on me, but I like good food so I kept my mouth shut. "I also decided, honey. You can go over and be with that Marie woman if you want to. That should make us even." She said. "Hmmm? Not a bad idea." I told her, getting another flash of anger in her expression. I didn't even know if that would work, sure, Dave and Marie were swingers but maybe he was like me and a trade might be OK but one on one would be an irritation. Still, I could see my readily agreeing got to June and I was still pissed off at her. "Nice dinner, I will go sit down while you do the dishes. Come on in and give me a blow job after, OK?" I told her. I had never said anything like that to her before, I was just jabbing her some. "OK." She said and began gathering up the dishes. "Wouldn't you prefer to make love with me?" June asked me when she came in. I did notice that she had her blouse unbuttoned, by a lot. She did know me well enough to know where my interests lie. I managed to hold out. "Naw, I am kind of tired, a blow job will be fine." I said, reaching for the TV controller. The last half of Judge Judy was on. A couple of Lesbians had bleached each others clothes, complete with pictures. I hit the off button when Judge Judy started telling the two snarling bitches that she was smarter than them on her worst day. June got down and undid my pants and proceeded to suck on me. She never did that much, not really, even with Dave I knew she hadn't. Part of that is that my dick is fat enough that it barely fits, and makes her gag. But lord was she giving it the old college try! When she got me ready to blow she tried to pull off but I grabbed her hair and let fly in her mouth. Swallowing I already knew was not one of her things. She had to swallow that time, either that or choke. Two whole weeks went like that, I was punishing her for being unfaithful. Now I am not even real sure why, lord knows I had my own share of experiences in my life and June was not any virgin when we met, not by a long shot. So getting a bit on the side was not that big of a deal to me, well, if I was there and getting some myself anyway. Slipping in some extra without planning on me knowing made me upset. That is kind of a NO NO, I wouldn't do that to her. At least I didn't think so. After all, I was a good husband. Then the night shift guy was late a few days later, I had to stay for about 90 minutes before he got there. That was real rare, I guess he had a flat tire or something. June was pissed off when I got home, she accused me of stopping by to fuck Marie on the way. I explained, but I could tell she didn't believe me. By bedtime we were not speaking. I even cooked my own dinner, a ham steak, hash browns with gravy and some eggs. I guess that is breakfast. She went into the bedroom to pout, I can yell louder than she can. I don't know why, but I followed into our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to talk to her. I hadn't even been in there for a couple of weeks. At first she was crabby but I reached out and rubbed her boobs, she began to fuss up like I knew she would. Hell, going 3-4 days without sex June could handle, usually by the end of a week she would damn near rape me. Now it was a good part of a Month. Next thing I knew we were going at it, I was feeling her all over and nuzzling when it hit me those 10 stubborn pounds were gone. It had been damn near a month, I don't know if being upset was it or she went to work on it for real, but her body had snugged right up. June was horny, too, she got off way faster than normal. OK, she was forgiven, shit happens and I guess I could live with it. The truth is that I wasn't even really thinking about Jack and her much by then, time heals wounds I guess. "I love you so much, honey!" June was hugging me and crying. "I love you too, babe." I told her. Which should have been the end of it, crap happens in life and marriages survive them as often as not. +++ "Honey, we got this free membership offer in the mail today." June told me about a month or so later when I walked in the door. Right on time, I hadn't even stopped at the tavern to watch the dancing girls, not once. "Membership?" I asked, looking around for the TV controller that was supposed to be on the arm of my chair. "Yes, it's a promotion for that new spa that opened up downtown." I had no idea what she was talking about, I was running my hands around beside the seat on my easy chair looking for the damned controller. Our fucking Cat loves to bat the thing around. Once I found it in the wastebasket in our bathroom, a couple of hundred feet of toilet tissue rolled of on the floor clued me in on where to look. "What spa?" I asked, finally finding the damn controller in her chair. Watching soap operas, I guess. "They have a sauna and weight room, a swimming pool, hot tubs, they have Yoga classes, you know, a spa." She said, waving a brochure at me. "Oh." I turned on the TV, just in time to catch Judge Judy yelling at some dumb looking kid about how smart she was. Then the old bag turned to some woman and yelled at her about letting the dumb ass kid drive her car, knowing he didn't have a license. Right after telling the broad how smart she was, too. "Well? Can I join?" June asked me. "I guess. What does it cost?" I asked. "The first 3 months are free." June told me. "Oh. I guess we can afford that." I sat down. I didn't even think about that, maybe I should have. There was no mention about what the 4th month cost. +++ I couldn't have been more than a couple of days later, I walked in and there sat June, digging in a box. Fuck, not more shoes? That was the first thing that popped into my head. Instead, she pulled out this thing that for a second I thought was a rope or something. "What in the hell is that?" I asked. "My new suit." June gave me a grin. She spread it out, it was some kind of stretchy material, there wasn't a hell of a lot to it. It looked like the same stuff they make those dark colored panty hose out of. "Suit?" I asked. "Yes, to work out in. I will go try it on." I shook my head and turned on the TV, just in time to hear Judge Judy telling some black guy how smart she was. June came out a couple of minutes later, I looked up and almost fell out of my chair! "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "You like?" She did a little whirl. The thing was some kind of body suit, it was tan colored. No sleeves, no leggings, just her body and it stretched so that except for the material it was all June. Both of her nipples were obvious, there was a lump at her groin that I knew was her pubic hair. "That thing is fucking indecent!" I told her. "Oh, it's not that bad." She said. "Your tits are hanging there in plain sight?" "I guess maybe I could wear a sports bra?" Great, cover up the tits but leave her snatch out in plain sight? I thought that but kept my mouth shut. "It's what all of the girls in my class wear." She added. "What class?" "The one I signed up for at the spa." Then I remembered. The spa. Right. "You joined that spa place?" I asked. "Yes, honey. I told you about it, you said it was OK." I didn't remember saying it was OK. "I bought some new shoes to go with it." She told me, lifting one foot. Shoes. Of course. They were soft and had some kind of non slip soles on them. "You mean, you are going to be out in public looking like that?" I asked. "No, of course not. Just at the spa, they told us to get these workout suits because they are form fitting, that way they can keep track of our progress." "They sell them right there, too." She smiled at me. Sure. Of course they sell those right there. "How much is that, and how much do those classes cost?" "The outfit was only $110.95, the classes are free...for the first three months." I just looked at her. That part I could figure out. "The shoes were only $69.95." She added. I sighed. "What's for dinner?" I asked. +++ They say there is a rule one should follow in any marriage. Pay attention! I didn't, my mistake. With worries about cutbacks at the shop, and me having seniority on just two guys left, there was that in the way. Then the power company put in the new remote meters, telling us about all of the savings that would give. Of course the bill went up 20% to pay for those, what the power company meant was it would save THEM money. Government was talking about some kind of housing crisis, a black guy was running for President. I am not prejudiced but I voted for the white guy and he lost, something about ALL of the black people voted for the black guy. Of course. Our house value went into the toilet, government revenue dropped so the property taxes went up to make up for it. The 5% we were getting in interest became .20%, things were sort of tough. Not a big deal there, I had managed to get the account up to $997.00 in spite of everything else. Then my boss explained that he could keep me us on if we all took a cut in pay so $19.36 per hour became $15.40. I was pinching pennies and I explained all of that to June. This all happened rather quickly, over a period of less than a couple of years. Two long years of not paying attention. It was go to work, come home, eat, worry, get up and go do it again. Yes, sex dropped off, it does in situations like that. My wife June did look fantastic though, once or twice a week she went down to that damned spa, but there was the benefit of that. Hell, she was down to barely 115 pounds, and her tits didn't even seem to sag any more. A person would think that a chubby gal's tits would sag if they lost weight, but hers didn't. Damn, she now looked every bit as good as the dancing girls down at the tavern that I never stopped to watch on the way home. OK. That part about her I liked just fine. The incident, that thing with the dude named Jack was long gone from my mind. Often twice a week she went down to that spa and worked out, that was a women's class so I didn't mind. The bill was just $60.00 per month, I went with the flow on that since June cut back on buying so many shoes. Still, for some time there I was drawing money out of the bank instead of adding any. Then there was a change at work, they needed a foreman on day shift and by then I was the one in line. I got the job, an honest to God office, a nice fat raise in pay too! I took the afternoon off, wanting to jet home and tell June the great news. No more fucking fork truck! I was almost to the turn towards our house when it hit me that this was a Thursday, June would be at her spa classes. I hung an illegal U-turn at the intersection and drove down there, wanting to surprise her. I had plans, I was going to take her to that new steak house for dinner. Trite Maybe she would get all dolled up, wear one of her nifty low cut dresses, it had been ages since we did anything like that. I walked in, asked for June. The receptionist told me she was in her dance class and pointed to some double doors, I could hear music coming from in there. The main room had weight machines, there were a couple of overly muscled goons in there, all I saw. I pushed through the doors and came to a stop. There must have been a dozen women in there, all of them wearing similar outfits like June had. Damn! I was thinking I should have been dropping by long ago, behinds were bouncing up and down, titties jiggling, wow! Then I saw June, she was in the front row, all of the women were dancing in time with each other. Some guy was up front, leading them through the exercise. Sandy hair, maybe 30 or so, slender and muscular and the shorts he had on made it clear he was packing some serious meat? There was a short bleacher section, I went over and sat down in the top row to watch. Everyone's back was to me except for this guy, he didn't know me from Adam so he ignored me. The music stopped, the women gathered around him. I have seen women act like what I was watching before, all of them trying for attention, June one of them. The fucker was acting like he was enjoying himself, strutting around. Then the women began to leave, June stayed right there, talking to him. She never turned to look or she would have seen me, but then I had never been there before so I wasn't expected to be. I know a very friendly conversation when I see one. As she turned to walk away, the guy reached out and gave her a gentle pat on her nearly bare behind, June gave him a huge smile and headed for what I took to be the showers. Hmmmmm. I sat there, planning on having a little chat with the wife about that, the guy had acted a bit familiar with her. Some women came out, finally I realized that June had to be the only one left in there. The guy came over, told me they were closing soon so I had to leave. Still no June? I got up and headed for the doors, he turned to walk away so I ducked into a closet that had brooms and linens, I had spotted that standing open. If June came out she would have to walk right by me, but she didn't. Neither did the dude. I waited for perhaps 15 minutes, then the lights in the main room went out. Still no June. I came out, walked over to the shower room door, walked in. June was standing there with her back to me, nothing on but a thin pair of panties. The dude was standing there with his arms around her! "Hey, bud. You can't be back here." He told me. June turned, saw me. "Oh, shit!" She said. "Hey, bud....?" The guy said again. "I am not your bud and you have your hands on my wife." I told him. He let go of June, she turned and reached for her clothing. Covering up, me being her husband? That was what she had done when I caught her with that Jack asshole. "I just dropped by to tell you I got promoted, I got the foreman's job." I said. "I...Honey? This isn't....." She was pulling her dress into place. "I am going home. You aren't coming. In fact, I am going to come back, if butt fuck is still here I am going to shoot him!" I turned and walked out. I thought for a moment of going over and messing the dude up, but to be honest, he looked extremely physical. No point in being stupid. +++ I didn't go home, I stopped off at the dancer bar instead. Yea, I got good and drunk. I was on what might have been my 3rd or 4th mixed drink, watching the girls without really seeing them when someone said something right behind me. "Hi, Tommie! How are you?" I turned and looked, there stood Marie of all people, holding a tray. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I work here, Dave and I broke up." "Oh, sorry to hear that." I told her. "Don't be, I'm not." She tipped her head and laughed. Marie got off work at 2 AM, I must have still been there because I woke up in bed with her. I had no memory at all of how that happened, or what we did. I do remember what we did the next day, though, although it was afternoon before that happened. Let's just say the morning was spent trying to not die. Marie's body was every bit as good as I remembered from that one time years before. She did seem to be much louder, we must have fucked at least five times. She was off work that evening so we stayed right there and messed around until I could get it up, then I stuck myself in her again. "You are fucking something else, Tommie!" She muttered at one point. I suppose I could say here that my cell phone was going off constantly, that is trite from what I read. The wife panics once caught, does everything she can to make up excuses, be sorry, do some lying. My cell phone never went off once, I didn't own one. I did use Marie's phone to call in, I explained truthfully that I went out to celebrate and got drunk. My Boss just laughed, told me to be in Monday on time. I went right back to Marie. ++ Monday morning I went to work, now in my new office. Things were busy, I didn't think of June at all. Some might not believe that, but I didn't. Not until just before lunch when she called. "What do you want?" Were the first words out of my mouth. "Honey, we need to sit down and talk." She said. "What about? How big your boyfriend's cock is, maybe?" "Honey, look? That was just sex, it's no big deal. We both have done it, so let's just talk and go back to how we were." "How in the fuck can we do that? You cheated, and lord knows how many times and who with!" She hesitated, that told me all I needed to know. "Honey, it's just sex. It doesn't mean anything." She finally told me. "June, I have had enough of your cheating ass. I am coming home tonight, I suggest you not be there!" "What are you going to do, shoot me?" She snarled. As usual, she went on offense. "Not a bad fucking idea!" I yelled into the phone. "I hid your gun. You aren't pulling that on me again." She said. "Oh? You don't know about the one I have here at my office, do you?" I didn't have one, but then she didn't know that. Things got silent on the other end of the line for several long seconds. "I am not going anywhere." She said stubbornly and hung up. +++ Apparently she meant that, her car was parked in the driveway when I pulled up. She was sitting on the couch when I walked in. "Get out of here, this is my house." I told her. "No, it's our house and I am not leaving." I started to head for her to throw her right out into the front yard when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Yep. The dude from the spa. "What is this mother fucker doing here?" I demanded. "The way you are acting, I asked Jimmy to come by to protect me." She said with a smirk. "Me? You fucking CUNT! You are cheating on me and you act like I am the one that is in the wrong?" "Well, I am NOT leaving! This is my house too!" She stubbornly lifted her chin. "Hey, I think you need to be the one to go, bud." Jimmy said, taking a step my way. I thought about belting him but like I mentioned before, this guy was very physical looking and I am not completely stupid. Well, about most things, anyway. But I did know my wife June's way of thinking. I turned and dashed into our bedroom, reached down and pulled out her underwear drawer. It was just a guess, which turned out to be correct. No way would I think to look in there, she was sure of it. In the back, behind her panties, was my pistol. Jimmie was at the bedroom door by then, I turned and fired one round into the floor, aiming low between his legs. Warning shot. OOPS! The 200 grain round hit him right in the foot! I guess I needed to practice some? Oh well. My kick hit him in the nose and he was no longer a threat. Yea, he was down, so that wasn't fair. So what? June was already headed for the door when I stepped over Jimmy. I watched as she jumped in her car in a panic and tore off down the street. I had no idea her ratty little Chevy could spin the tires like that. +++ 911 brought cops rather quickly. They had me set my pistol down when they walked in, I did as they asked. It was clear, here was a stranger, in my home, at my bedroom door. The bullet obviously went into the floor at an angle, that meant I was trapped inside. The guy did look physical, intimidating. It helped that when they searched him they found a little .32 automatic on his belt, I hadn't even seen that. I might have pissed my pants if I knew that. So Jimmy got hauled off, of course he was out on bail in half a day. There was one funny part, I told the story to a detective, mentioning what I had seen down at the spa. "Is that the one on 3rd?" He asked. "Yea." I nodded, his face darkened. "My wife goes there." He said almost to himself. "Should have popped him in the balls." He added, mumbling almost to himself. Then he showed me a photo, of a pretty looking woman. He asked me if I had seen her in that class. "Yea, I am sure of it!" I lied. Poor Jimmy. I even managed a dead serious expression until the cops had left. After that, it wasn't long before Jimmy admitted to the affair, and that held up in court. There was other stuff, I am sure, but I never did find out about all of it. Some woman runs the spa classes now, poor Jimmy's foot was quite a mess. He was wearing sneakers that day, the round went in right in the middle of his shoe laces and out the bottom. But a lot of the women in those classes did drop out. June wanted half of the house, of course she did. But there was a pre-nuptual agreement, like I mentioned a couple of times, sometimes I am not stupid. +++ It was about two years later, the boss called me into the office and offered me the plant manager's job. He told me it was a short hop from there to Corporate management, after all, our CEO was 76 years old and the board wanted someone who could produce. My degree in business management turned out to be an asset. I went home early that day to tell the wife about it. My plan was to take her out to dinner, see if she would dress up all nasty looking for me? I even bought the gown I wanted her to wear, had it special made. She can wear that without a bra, well, she sort of has to since there is no place to put one and not have it show. I like it when she does that, everyone can look but don't touch. She was home when I got there, of course she was. She always is, and I am always right on time. I am a good husband. I was fairly sure that Marie would wear that dress, she loves to go out on the town. She even loves to tease, too, which is great because being with her when she does that is one of my quirks. She can show quite a bit of titty right now since she is 7 months pregnant. I didn't even have to teach her how to make mashed potatoes, she already knew how. No ketchup in the spaghetti sauce, either. She also already knew how to swallow, too. June? She did get the bank account, about $1200.00 by then. We never heard another peep out of her. So, I suppose this is just another cheating wife tale? A rebound to what is almost perfect? Yea. I guess this is trite, isn't it?