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What’s love got to do with it? Beth’s Story - Part 1

What’s love got to do with it? Beth’s Story - Part 1

To describe my life as complicated would be an understatement. My story starts about two years ago. At the time, I was an eighth grade social studies instructor at our local Junior High School and had just recently finished my seventh year of teaching. That magic number earned me the security of tenure. I wasn’t going to get rich as an educator but it provided steady income, great benefits and a retirement plan. Teaching was said to be its own reward, but I always thought a little fatter paycheck would be a welcome sight.

My husband Randy had been a science and math teacher at the High School, but recently, he took the position of principal at my school. It had taken him three years of evening classes for him to complete his Masters in School Management. I was proud of him. His promotion came with a hefty boost in pay that would allow us to finally purchase our own home and plan for our second child. The only complication was that the school board had to make an exception to their nepotism rules in hiring him. 

The only real glitch for us was that our schedules now conflicted. When Randy was teaching at the High School, his work schedule allowed him to pick up our son from daycare, but that was impossible now with his new hours. However, even that worked out when Randy’s mother offered to pick Billy up and babysit him until we got home. This also gave Virginia purpose, since she was widowed about a year ago. 

Life was good. Almost too good. Call me a pessimist, but when life gives me virtually no resistance, I start looking over my shoulder.

I remember it was a Tuesday in early April when I had to leave my third period class early to make a medical appointment. As I was approaching my car, my teacher's aid came rushing up to me. 

“Beth, I need to tell you something,” Maria said, trying to catch her breath. 

“Can it wait? I’m on my way to my doctor.” 

“Actually, it can’t. It’s taken me a week to get up the nerve to tell you this. If I don’t do it now, I might not be able to later.”

I stared at her and saw from the look in her face she was about to burst into tears. I said, “What has you so upset?”

“Remember I told you about my recent divorce and how my good-for-nothing ex-husband cheated on me?”

“I vaguely remember that, but what does that have to do with me?”

“I can’t stand by and watch your husband do the same thing to you. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t say something.”

“My husband Randy? That’s a huge accusation.” 

“I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s true.”

“What evidence do you have?”

“If you mean pictures and such, none. All I know is that I went into the supply room about a week ago and caught him in an embrace with that new temp secretary. They were kissing and he had his hand in her sweater. They jumped away from each other the moment they saw me.” 
My first reaction was anger. I wasn’t angry at Randy as much as I was with her for interfering with my perfect life. However, I was able to retain my composure and said, “I appreciate you telling me, but I think you should let this go. I will talk with my husband. I trust there is a simple explanation. Could you please not say anything to anyone else?”

“But… but I…”

“Promise me you’ll not mention this to anyone else.”

“I promise… I haven’t… I wont.”

“Good, now go back to class. I’m sure the substitute could use your help. I’ll deal with this on my own.”


As I drove to my appointment, my anger grew. If Maria’s blatant accusation against Randy was true, I was faced with a decision no wife wants to face. I wanted to believe he was as faithful to our marriage as I was, but there was the nagging feeling he might have reverted back to the philandering ways he had in college. We had dated over a year before he was able to settle down enough for us to become exclusive. He was what I referred to in college as a scalp hunter. I was unfortunately one of his scalps.  

Randy’s easy-going mannerisms and chiseled good looks made him a chick magnet and he knew it. He still retained that aura about him all these years later. I got used to women flirting with him over time. 

I remembered how we first met. It was at the library when he asked to use my table. I couldn’t help but notice him, but he seemed oblivious to my existence. The next time I saw him was at a fraternity party. He had come with some tall, buxom blond with fake tits. She clung to him like a second skin. 

I attended the party stag because my boyfriend had dropped out of school for a family crisis. He promised to keep in touch, but I hadn’t heard from him since he left. That broke my heart and I wasn’t looking to repeat that mistake ever again. The only reason I even attended the party was because my roommate talked me into it. She told me I was being anti-social and the best way to get over a man was to be around lots of people. I reluctantly went with her, though I believed her theory flawed. 

It was a typical college blowout, with underage drinking, loud music and more than a few obnoxious drunks. I made my appearance and was ready to leave this excuse for a party. I had spent most of the time there avoiding getting my ass grabbed. I considered those juvenile frat beer-busts a waste of my precious time. I wasn’t about to kill my brain cells on cheap booze.

“So, you here with someone?” A deep voice whispered in my ear as I was standing in line to get a soda at the makeshift bar. I felt his breath on my neck.

I turned to see him grinning at me. His grey blues eyes were penetrating and his perfect white smile sparked with confidence. I wasn’t interested.

“No… I’m not here with anyone, but you are,” I said, looking around for the chick he came with. 

“No worries. She’s just a girl I met in political science. I can’t believe someone like you is here alone.”

“Actually, I’m here with my roommate, but I’d rather be working on my English assignment. What do you mean, someone like me?”

“Are you kidding? Look at you. You're not only beautiful but self confident, and I can tell you are highly intelligent.”

“And you can tell all that how? Are you some sort of psychic?”

“Well, it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Your beauty speaks for itself. Your confidence is obvious in the way you carry yourself and fend off these idiots. I know you’re highly intelligent because you are wearing a sweatshirt from the most prestigious academic sorority on campus…But yes, you could also say I have a special gift. I know how to read women, and can tell precisely what they want.”

“And I can tell a truck load of bullshit when I smell it,” I replied.

He laughed and said, “Okay, okay, but I can prove it to you, if you go out with me.”

“You’re asking me on a date? Why would I do that? We just met. Do you really think you’re that charming?”

“Actually, this is the second time we met. The first time was at the library.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I lied.

“I told you I have a gift, and I predict that we’re meant to be together. Go out with me. Call it an experiment in social science.” 

“I call it a lame attempt to seduce me. Go back to Barbie. I’ve got homework to do. Goodnight, and… nice try. You didn’t even bother to ask my name.”

As I turned to walk away, he shouted above the music, “Randy, my name is Randy. What is yours?”

I stopped at the door and replied, “Use your psychic powers. You’ll figure it out.”

So, that’s how we met. I completely forgot about him while cramming for midterms. It was about a week later that I returned from class to find a bouquet of roses on my desk. I thought they were from Bobby, but when I read the card, it said, Happy Friday. Meet me at Grizwalds at six-thirty. xxx Randy. 

One thing Randy wasn’t lacking in was confidence. I had never met such a cocky, overbearing, self indulgent person in my life. I held the vase of roses over the wastebasket, but… I couldn’t let them go. Then, I went back to my required reading, determined to ignore his audacious offer of dinner. I finished my reading assignment a little past six o’clock. The invitation beckoned me. I tried my best to ignore it because I knew he was nothing but a player. I was determined not to just be another notch in his belt. 

I thought, how presumptuous he was to believe I would even show up.  Ignoring my apprehensions, I decided to wear jeans, a sweatshirt and just a touch of lip gloss. There was no way I’d give him the satisfaction of dressing up, and I certainly wasn’t going to be there early. 

The restaurant was crowded with a long line of people waiting to be seated. Looking around, I saw Randy sitting in a corner booth. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that enhanced his large biceps and muscled chest. I slipped in the booth across from him without saying a word. 

He grinned at me, flashing his pearly whites and said, “You’re late!”

“I wasn’t even going to come, but a girl has to eat. A free meal is not something a starving student can pass up.”

“Oh, so you think I’m buying?” He chuckled. 

I stood up to leave. 

He grabbed my hand and said, “Loosen up. I was joking.”

“What is it you want from me?” I asked, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Are you always that direct?”

“Randy, you have a reputation and I’m committed to my education. I don’t have time for romance and game playing. Tell me precisely what you want.” My tactic was to take command of the situation and I could see that took him by surprise. 

He looked a bit perplexed as he stared at me intently. I think he was searching for the right words. About that time, the waitress came to the table for our orders. I told her to give us a few minutes. 

Then I asked him, “Well?”

“Beth, you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

“At least you found out my name. So you know, I’m not looking for a relationship. I just got out of one and don’t have time to start another. Tomorrow I have a midterm and my time is at a premium. We can either spend our time eating and having meaningless chit-chat or we can go back to my place and fuck. I assume that’s what you’re looking for.”

He didn’t reply right away. He just stared at me in disbelief. I acted like the aggressor partly just to see his reaction. Actually, I had never done anything like that before. He continued to look at me like he was trying to figure me out. Finally, he asked, “Are you serious?”

“What do you think? You’re the one with the gift.”

The waitress returned and asked, “Do you see anything you like?”

Randy stood and took my wrist, pulling me up. He replied to the sever, “Yup, I found something I like a lot.” He tossed a tip on the table and we left. 

After I opened the door to my dorm room we were both naked in what seemed like seconds. His body was magnificent and his equipment was more than adequate to get the job done. Randy was in my opinion a few steps above handsome. He was beautiful. Foreplay seemed like something for a future date and not today. He was on me and in me with hardly a kiss. That evening, I think we tried the entire Kama Sutra. It was good I practiced yoga. Our twenty-two year old libidos were operating in overdrive. 

I found his recovery time to be remarkable, making it almost nonstop sex. I was never one to be a demure, quiet lover. By the time we were done, I was sure the whole dorm was well aware of what we were doing, and we did it a lot. My roommate peeked her head in briefly, smiled at me and left. It wouldn’t have mattered if she stayed because there was no stopping this runaway train.

It had been well over a month since Bobby left and I was crazy horny. I’m sure Randy figured that out after I tried to fuck him to death. I don’t normally compare lovers, but Bobby was a lightweight compared to Randy. The tenderness and gentleness Bobby always demonstrated wasn’t present with Randy. He took me hard and I used him equally enthusiastically. It was pure sex without affection. We were more like two combatants vying for supremacy than lovers. I could only describe it as selfish sex. Three hours later he staggered away exhausted, hardly uttering a word. It was just what I needed, a good fucking without all the bullshit. 

Our random sexing continued sporadically for over a year like that. Most of the time it was instigated by a booty-call or text message. We were pure fuck-buddies and nothing more. There were no dinners, no movies and no complications. I had not seen anyone else but Randy because he was able to scratch my itch whenever I needed it, and I needed it a lot.

I suspected he saw other girls but that didn’t bother me. Or at least I didn’t think it did until I saw him with another girl at the student union. He had his hand on her hip and was kissing her earlobe. A sudden burst of jealousy gripped me unexpectedly. I turned to walk away. Actually, I ran away. He saw me leave and chased after me. I was in tears when he caught up to me in the quad.
“Look, Kitten, she means nothing to me. You said you didn’t have time for a complicated relationship.”

I glared at him and said, “For a guy that claims to have the gift of knowing women, you are clueless.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re an idiot.” I ran away, not wanting him to see me cry. 

The next few weeks he called constantly. I ignored him. His messages became more and more desperate. Then he left a text that I still have today. It basically said that he couldn’t live without me. We are meant to be together and he could never be with anyone but me. Then he used the ‘L’ word for the first time. Somehow, I felt the same. I knew I loved him. I guess his prediction of us being meant for each other came true. From that time on we were exclusive… until now.

I decided to not confront him but to monitor his activities closely. I knew Maria could have been influenced by her divorce and her observations compromised. I also knew we had been in a rut as a couple with our demanding schedules and family responsibilities. I am a proactive person that believes every problem has a solution. I looked at this as an opportunity rather than a setback and started paying more attention to my husband's needs, both in the bedroom and out. I also began doing things like grading papers after class instead of home, to give us more time together. I knew there were always reasons for marital problems. In my opinion, none were insurmountable.

After a few more weeks monitoring his activities, I neither saw nor heard anything suspicious. His secretary seemed competent, professional and friendly to me. Eventually, I was confident there was nothing going on. I did notice my efforts were paying dividends. Randy was a lot more enthusiastic in bed and we were back to three to four times a week. Life again was good. Maybe too good.

Three weeks later, I was grading the last of my term papers in preparation for spring break when Maria tapped on my office door. She was now assisting another teacher because I had her transferred. I thought it best we not work together after she made those accusations against Randy.

“What is it, Maria?” I asked. 

“I wanted to apologize for upsetting you the last time we talked. I can understand why you had me moved to another class after I accused your husband of cheating without presenting any evidence. 

“I accept your apology and understand why you reacted as you did. You have been through a lot. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. Something you’ll find very interesting.” She handed me her iPhone.

The phone had a photo open on it. It was a very clear picture of my husband kissing his secretary. I got flushed in the face, gasped, and stuttered, “W… When did you take this?”

“About an hour ago through the window in his office,” she replied. 

I held her phone firmly and started deleting the pictures. She tried grabbing it back but I was too quick. 

“What are you doing?” she screamed. “That is your evidence!”

“These photos could destroy our family and cost my husband his job. I beg you to let me deal with this on my own. Please don’t say anything to anyone else.” 

Maria was adamant that he needed to be brought to justice, like she did her husband. I promised I would deal with it on my own. Maria agreed to say nothing, but It was my turn to apologize to her. She looked smug because of her vindication.

Right away, I started to formulate my plan. I couldn’t ever remember being this disappointed before in anyone, but I was not one to cut and run. We have too much invested in each other to let this end us. However, I knew it was going to be a difficult road to salvage our marriage.

It took everything within me to act normal when I got at home. I avoided making eye contact with him and busied myself with domestic chores. He asked a couple times if anything was wrong. I convinced him I was just tired. As I put Billy’s pajamas on him, I thought how he might be growing up in a split family. Ultimately, it would be me that would be blamed for splitting up our family if I filed for divorce. How do you explain infidelity to a three-year-old? I couldn’t tell him mommy and daddy don’t love each other because I still loved the unfaithful bastard. Knowing his background, I wasn’t totally surprised by his betrayal.

“What’s the matter, Kitten, bad day?” Randy asked again.
“Yeah, I had a horrible day. I really need this spring break. Mom called today and asked if I could drive out and let her spend time with Billy. You wouldn’t mind fending for yourself and being a bachelor for a few days, would you?”

His face lit up as he replied, “Go ahead. I could use the time to jump on a few things I’ve been meaning to get into.”

I thought, I bet one of those things is a buxom blond, but I replied, “I bet. You always immerse yourself deeply in your projects. Be careful to use protection… like gloves, goggles and such.”

“When are you planing on leaving?”

“Spring break starts tomorrow. I thought I’d pack a bag for Billy and me tonight and leave tomorrow as soon as school is out. I’ll try and make a menu for you before I go. Otherwise, you’ll be living on beer and pizza.”

“And that is a bad thing?” He laughed.

“Pizza and beer will make you fat. I don’t think your girlfriend would like that.” I smiled, making him think I was jesting. 

“My girlfriend is standing here in front of me.”

“Oh yeah? Where?” I looked behind me. 

He wanted to make love to me that night but I told him I wasn’t in the mood and that was the truth. It was the first time I ever refused him sex since we met. I had trouble sleeping with all the possible scenarios rolling around in my head. I felt like my perfect life was about to end. The divorce option loomed over me like the angel of death in a black robe with its ominous sickle.


We arrived at my mom’s place in late afternoon. As soon as Billy saw her, he jumped in her arms. My mom did the usual grandmother thing by pinching his cheek and saying, “Look at you! You’re growing like a weed.” Billy giggled and did his best impression of a weed, which looked more like a zombie.

I wanted to confide in my mom and tell her what was happening but I didn’t. If my makeshift plan didn’t work, we would be separated and she’d find out quick enough. 

My plan was to drop Billy off at my mom's, but instead of staying there three days, I would drive back home in my mom's car and monitor our house from a distance. I prayed my suspicions were wrong.

There were some unexpected guilt feelings I seemed to be harboring. I kept thinking if I was sexier, or more attentive to his needs maybe he wouldn’t have strayed, but I knew that wasn’t true. This was all on him. 

The drive home felt like I was attending an execution. I waited across from our house for a couple hours. Only the porch light was on, indicating no one was at home. It gave me time to think. I thought through all the possibilities, still hoping Randy would realize what he was risking and end it. About nine o’clock my hopes were dashed when his car pulled into the garage. I saw a blond dressed to the nines step out of his car before the garage door rolled down. 

Tears flowed down my cheeks. Was I was witnessing the end of my marriage? The lights went on downstairs first and then after a few minutes, upstairs. I decided to wait before I went inside. 

A few minutes later I quietly made my way around the side of the house. Looking through the patio door I could see clothing haphazardly scattered around the floor at the base of the stairs. Carefully, I entered through the sliding door into the den. The animalistic sounds of sex coming from the bedroom upstairs left no doubt to what was occurring. 

After removing my shoes, I walked softly up the stairs, navigating around Billy’s toys. The closer I got to the bedroom, the louder they became. He was fucking that whore in my bed. How could he? They didn’t even bother to close the door. 

The scene before me was like a porn movie. She was on her hands and knees facing away from the door. My once faithful husband was driving his cock hard and fast into her wet, sloppy cunt. I knew Randy well and could tell he was nearing the home stretch because of his rapid pace. The bed squeaked and the headboard drummed on the wall. They were so absorbed in their infidelity that they didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway watching. Totally oblivious to all else, they were in a world of their own. However, I was about to turn that world upside down. She was screaming out her pleasure and begging for more. 

“Oh my god! I love your big cock! Ohhh that’s it! Harder! Don’t stop! Fuck meeee…”

Her big fake tits were rocking with each thrust, and she was moaning her pleasure with each slap of skin. Randy was actually kind of elegant in his movements. His muscles strained and rippled like a well-honed athlete, a body I’m very familiar with.
Inching my way into the den of iniquity, I stepped on one of my son’s toys. The toy was a rather authentic looking plastic gun. I picked it up and sat in the chair at the far end of the room and crossed my legs. I held the toy pistol in my lap. I could tell their sex was about to be concluded as Randy gripped her hips tightly as he emptied himself into her adulterous cunt. Spent, he collapsed on her in exhaustion. 

They still hadn’t notice me yet, so I deliberately coughed.  She turned her head and looked at me. 

In a panic, she screamed, “Oh my god! She’s got a gun!”

I had never seen anyone move so fast in my entire life. She sprung out of bed, sprinted down the steps and out the front door. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of her running down the street naked. 

“Shouldn’t you at least go give her a robe?” I asked. 

Surprisingly, Randy was calm. He looked at me and asked, “How long have you been here?”

“Awhile.” I clapped my hands slowly and applauded him. I said, “That was quite a performance.”

“What now? What happens next?”

“I really don’t know. Was it worth it?”

He calmly thought a few moments and said, “I don’t suppose me saying that she means nothing to me will help?”


“Is this the end of us?” he asked with a frown.

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“I think I’m more than sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It was thoughtless and selfish. What are you going to do?”

“Yes, you are thoughtless and selfish. Randy, you’re an educated man. Tell me the difference between remorse and repentance.” 

“What the hell does it matter? What bearing does that have on anything?” he asked in frustration. 

“Well, husband, it has everything to do with it. Remorse is what you feel when you get caught doing wrong and are facing consequences. Repentance is realizing you were wrong and are willing to do anything to rectify your transgression and change. I know you're remorseful right now, but I want more.”

“What do you want? I’ll do anything.”

“Here is what is going to happen. I’m going back to my mom’s place for the remainder of the three days. While I’m gone, I want you to pack your things and be ready to leave if I say so. When I get back, you’ll find out your fate. Know this; if you ever decide to cheat again, there will be no other option but divorce. I will take this time away to figure things out. In the meantime, I hope you decide on repentance.”

The doorbell sounded and I went to answer it. I could see through the front window the flashing lights of a patrol car. The entry bell rang twice more before I opened the door. There were two police officers standing there with the adulterous bitch wrapped in a blanket. 

“That’s her. She is the one that threatened to shoot me. Be careful, she has a gun.”

I laughed at the accusation. The policeman had his hand on the butt of his pistol. 

“Is that true, ma'am?” the officer asked.

“I will surrender the weapon in question.” I carefully handed the officer Billy’s toy. 

I explained the situation to the police, not sparing any details. About then, Randy appeared fully dressed. He answered the officer’s questions, ultimately supporting my story. The whore screamed at him that she’d get revenge. This was almost funny. Threatening someone in front of the cops? She really was a dumb blond.

Before leaving, the senior officer turned to the angry slut and said, “I think you’re extremely fortunate this was only a toy, miss.” 

I walked past them all and went to my car.


The next three days were pure agony. My heart ached. I needed a consoling ear so I told my mom that Randy cheated on me. She was sympathetic but surprised me by telling me my dad had an affair too. I was flabbergasted at that admission. I never knew. My mom was candid, saying we were both adults and I was mature enough now to handle the family dirty laundry. 

“How did you and dad work it out?” I asked, trying to get advice on my own situation. 

“Your dad would not want me to tell you this, but like you, I’m a proponent of the truth. We eventually agreed on unusual methods to save our marriage.”

“Unusual? How so?”

She took a sip of tea and continued, “We decided that I should take lovers.”

“What?! You and dad had an open marriage?”

“Not had, but have… Dear, I love your dad dearly but monogamy wasn’t ever going to work for us.”

“Didn’t you ever worry about being caught?”

“We are very careful. No one knows us better than you do. Did you know?” 

“Mom! I can’t believe this. I always knew you were beautiful and popular, but…”

“What do you mean were? The guys still chase me. Sweetheart, this is more common than you know. But this isn’t about me. Would you allow me to ask you something personal?”

“Sure, anything.” 

“Randy is really a sexy guy. Is he as good in bed as he is to look at?”


“Hey, I’m getting older but not blind yet… In spite of what he did, do you still love him?”

“God help me, but yes… I love the cheating ass.” 

“Then I trust you’ll work it out. Your dad and I have been married almost twenty-eight years, and I’m still late-forties. Since… our arrangement, we’ve never been happier. Remember, this is our little secret.”

“I won’t say a word, but... Mom! Really?” She grinned.

Randy called several times but I didn’t answer. He needed to think about his actions. I needed this time to figure my options and they were many. First, I called an attorney friend—Madge. I needed to get a professional's opinion of what divorce would look like. It devastated me to even consider it. The main thing in my mind was that divorce would rob Billy of the loving family he deserves. That alone made me put it on the bottom of the list. I got on the internet and researched alternatives to divorce. 

My time with Mom and Dad was productive. I considered many things, but I wanted Randy to suffer consequences and not reward him for his unfaithfulness. I had a plan, but I needed Madge’s help to iron out the legal details.

During the drive home, I rehearsed what I was going to say over and over. When I pulled in the driveway, Randy was waiting. He rushed up to me expecting a hug, but I put my hand on his chest and said, “We’re not there yet.”

He frowned and said, “Where’s Billy? Where’s my son?”

“Relax, I dropped him at your mom’s. She understood we needed time. Kudos to you for telling her the truth. That is a plus for your side. Let’s go inside. Take my bag if you would.”

It was hard not to notice that he had followed my directions while I was gone. His bags were packed and lined up by the entry. He had also cleaned the house spotless. I walked over to the kitchen dinette, sat down, and placed my briefcase on the table-top. Randy poured me a cup of fresh coffee and put it in front of me. 

“Are you ready to hear my decision?” I asked.

“Of course, but no matter what it is, I want to tell you I love you and I am completely repentant. I will do anything to make this right.” 

“That is good to hear.”

I opened my briefcase and took out two folders. 

“I have given you two options. Folder A, which is a legal separation and application for dissolution of marriage. This includes a plan for shared custody of Billy.”

He grimaced and the pain showed on his face. 

“Then there is folder B, which I will call a ‘Postnuptial Agreement’ that details our marriage structure from now on.”

He pulled option B to himself and started to read. 

“Note the detailed list of consequences if the agreement is violated. Once it is signed, it is legal and binding. There will be no negotiation of the terms I have chosen. If you have questions, ask them now.” 

“You don’t have to be so cold. You’re not an attorney.”

“I had an attorney draw this up. Once signed and notarized, it is legal and binding.”

He grumbled and read each page carefully, occasionally writing notes on a separate pad. He finished and read it again. Finally, he said, “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely, dead serious. Would you like any clarity to option B? Or do you just want to sign option A?”

“Section one says that if I’m unfaithful I lose all parental rights. Does that mean I’ll lose my rights of visitation if you divorce me?”

“It means I have 100% total control of any visitation rights upon divorce. I know how much you love your son. I’m not an evil bitch that will keep you from your boy or any other children we might have. I look at this as an incentive rather than punishment. Keep your dick where it belongs and that is a non-issue.”

“Section two lists things like shared domestic responsibilities. Is that really necessary?”

“Yes, I put that in there to show an equal partnership includes everything, including domestic responsibilities and childcare. If you notice, this goes two ways. I must sign it also.” 

“The last section in paragraph four says that the first Friday of each month is a ‘free night’ for you. It defines a free night as a night where you are free of all marriage constraints. What the hell does that mean?”

“It means what it says. Did you really think you could cheat and walk away unscathed?”

“So this is your way to exact revenge? To have me sign a document allowing you to essentially cuckold me?”

“Randy, I’ve been faithful while you have broken all our vows. Do you really believe I will revenge fuck you? The possibility is all I want. I think this gives me fair compensation for the harm you’ve caused. I can use that night for whatever I decide.”

“That is ludicrous. I can’t sign that. I’m not some wimp cuck.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Randy.” I pushed folder A to him and said, “Sign the separation documents then. My attorney’s number is in the opening page. Anything further you want to discuss, contact her. I expect you to vacate the premises immediately. I’m sorry we couldn’t make it work.”

I stood up to leave and he blocked my way. “Wait, I’ll sign the damn document. I love you and my son. You know I can’t survive without you.” 

“Randy, do you remember about repentance? I don’t want a forced signature from you. I demand contrition. This contract is not for me, it’s for you. Honesty and trust are mandatory for this to work.”

“Sweetheart, this took me by surprise, that’s all. I was thinking you’d demand counseling but there is no mention of it.”

“Randy, I don’t need therapy and neither do you. Besides your inability to keep your dick in your pants, you’re a great husband and father. You needed incentive, not counseling.”

“We already have a contract. It’s called a marriage license.” 

“Yes we do, and how did that work out?”

“I made a mistake.”

I laughed sarcastically and replied, “From what I saw, that was no mistake. A mistake is mixing up a cookie recipe, not screwing your dippy blond secretary into unconsciousness.”

He took the pen and signed and dated each page. 


Life started to get back to normal. With the conditions and consequences looming over him, Randy seemed to resign himself to his future. We didn’t discuss the contract further until my first free night quickly approached on the calendar. I had circled each date in red. 

We had just finished a vigorous session of love making. Randy put extra effort into it like he was trying to either prove something or mark his territory. I suspected a little of both. 

“You’re not still going out are you? We’ve had a great two weeks. Aren’t you happy?”

“Yes, I’m happy. But yes, I’m still going.”

He looked like a kid that just had his wagon stolen. I put my hands on his cheeks and turned his face towards me. 

I said, “Alright, it’s honesty time. Since you obviously want to discuss this, I’m going to ask you some questions and I want complete honesty. If you lie or I find out you lied, I will enact the dissolution clause.”

“Damn, woman! You should have been a fucking lawyer.”

 “I’m not going to ask you if that whore was the only time you cheated on me because I’m not sure I could handle the truth, but I am going to ask how many times you fucked her.”

“You mean times we met or the number of times we actually screwed?”

“Since I know you are good for at least two times a pop, I’ll take the number of meetings and double it.  I think that’s generous… so, what’s your number?” 

“Besides the one time here you already know about, I think the figure is… let’s see… twelve?”

“Seriously? How’d you ever find time for work?”

“I guess it sounds kinda bad when you put a number to it.”

“So, twenty-four? Is that a fair number?”

“Yeah, it’s fair. I’m so sorry.”

“Yup, remorse is a bitch. So what do you think, does twenty-four Fridays for me sound fair? And... if I ever do hook up, I assure you I will always use protection, unlike you barebacking that slut in my marital bed.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re out?”

“Look at this as a win-win situation.You and Billy get a guys night together and I get… a guy night too.” He frowned. 

On Thursday, while we ate lunch, I told Randy that I was using my spa gift he gave me so I might be an hour or so late coming home. I suggested he might pick up takeout. 

He looked at me intently and said, “When I bought you that spa gift card, I was thinking you’d use it on a weekend for some me time, not to prep yourself for a date.” 

“Who said anything about a date? You’re getting carried away. It’s my free night. I haven’t even made plans yet.”

“You don’t even care that this hurts me and jeopardizes our family?” 

“Trust me that I know the feeling. Think about how I felt watching you fucking that tramp. That’s why I had you sign the contract. There has to be consequences for your actions.”

“I agreed to this, but I don’t have to like it.”

“This is my first Friday. At least pretend you want me to have a good time.”

“That is asking a lot. I can’t endorse this.”

“As I remember, you already did.” 

The spa was great. Randy bought the works for me and it was wonderful. The facial and mud bath were a little weird, but the massage by Andre was heavenly. That was the first time since I met Randy that another man’s hands on my body. It was both therapeutic and erotic. He said he could give me a happy ending, but I declined. The perky little Filipino girl offered me a full body wax for an extra fee and I did it. Randy always wanted me to shave my pussy. He should be happy now because I opted for the full Brazilian. 

Time got away from me. I looked at the clock. It was seven-thirty. By the time I got home, Randy had put Billy to bed. I made some tea and was stirring it when Randy came down. He took one look at me and wolf-whistled. 

“Holy crap! You clean up nicely. You look like you’re going to the prom.”

“Thank you, honey. It was a wonderful gift. What do you think about my hair? This was the first time I ever had it styled.”

“You’re the most gorgeous red-head I’ve ever laid eyes on, but you already know that.”

“It’s always nice to hear it from my husband… I have a big surprise for you. You can unwrap it shortly. I’m going up to say goodnight to Billy. You pour us some wine and bring it up to the bedroom.”

“Your wish is my command, M’Lady.”

I bent to kiss my darling boy, and he stirred. “Mommy, you smell good.”

“Shhh, go to sleep.”

I looked in the bath mirror. Somehow, I looked and felt sexier than I could ever remember. At twenty-seven, my body was still firm and my belly flat despite having a child. I looked at my full, perky breasts and remembered those early teen years when I worried if I was going to ever grow boobs. Then, the summer of my sophomore year, I found my myself buying a C-cup that I outgrew by graduation. I was glad I got my mom’s figure. 

I looked in the spa gift bag and took out the nipple gloss. I chose a hot pink color that enhanced my quarter-size areola. The sheer nightgown was almost as see-through as cellophane. I confidently walked out of the dressing area. Randy was sitting on the bed wearing only his pajama bottoms. 

“Oh my god! You are so beautiful… Did you…?”

I didn’t reply but stood in front of him. He pulled my sash, allowing the nightgown to part. Randy appeared  shaken as he slowly peeled the thin fabric off my shoulders. It was one of those moments that made me delighted to be a girl. I don’t think guys realize the power estrogen has over them. At that moment in time, Randy belonged to me body and soul, completely lost in his desires. 

“You did it!” he exclaimed, cupping my wet pussy. 

“You like?” That was a question that needed no answer. The lust in his face told me all I needed to know.

I knew we were headed to a night that would be breaking us out of our pattern of routine sex. Randy couldn’t wait to taste his new toy. He effortlessly lifted me up on the bed and pushed my thighs apart. I was glad I misted my new perfume on my mound. Randy was devouring me like a hungry man’s favorite meal. 

“Slow down, Stud. We have all night.” That plea fell on deaf ears as his tongue worked its magic. When he licked my sensitive little rosebud, I jerked involuntarily. Every nerve in my body tingled. My body responded with a powerful first orgasm as he rolled my erect nipples in his fingers. I grabbed handfuls of his hair.

“Awww-ohhh. Oh my god!” I screamed out, but instantly thought about waking Billy. 

“Shhhh,” Randy whispered, putting his hand over my mouth. I giggled. 

In the glow of the night lamp, I watched my muscled husband raise his torso and slide up my body to kiss me. He was aware of my hypersensitivity after I orgasm. Our familiarity with each other pays dividends in our intimacy. Pressed together, our tongues waltzed and I could taste the secretions of my pungent arousal on him. I’d make a poor lesbian. Not one of my favorite tastes. 

It was his turn as he straddled my chest, presenting his formable erection to me. I engulfed his manhood but couldn’t deep-throat him in that position. The taste of pre-cum signaled he wouldn’t last long. I bobbed my head and felt him grow in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. That was a telltale sign he was going to erupt. Moments later, he did, flooding my mouth. I swallowed his generous offering. 

As he spasmed, he moaned, “Sooo good… I love you!”

After he rolled off, we clung together in silence, except for the sound of our breathing. Randy’s flaws didn’t include lovemaking. He was like a thoroughbred built to run, and it was questionable if I could keep him in the stable. 

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered. 

“You,” I quickly answered. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about you, and…tomorrow night.”

“What are you thinking will happen?” I asked, stroking his chest hairs. 

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. I keep imagining things.”

“Such as?”

“Such as another man taking you to his hotel room and ravishing this body,” he answered, squeezing my tit.

“That’s quite a scenario. How do you envision this happening?”

“I don’t know, but I would guess you’d hook up at a club, have a few drinks, dance a little. Then he would suggest you go back to his room.”

“You think I’m that easy?”

“Of course not. I’m sure he’d have to be handsome and smooth. And have something you really wanted.”


“I dunno…like maybe a big dick?”

I grabbed his expanding erection and said, “A big cock like this?”


“I can’t believe you’re getting worked up by this. Show me. Show me what you think he would do to me.”

Randy didn’t hesitate. He rolled me over and draped my legs over his shoulders. After he positioned himself at my entrance, he shoved himself in, in one sloppy stroke. 

“That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck my married cunt,” I moaned out in lust. 

Randy got into character and said, “Take my big cock, you cheating slut!” 

We fucked like our first time in the dorm room. He hammered me with abandon. There was no resemblance of our earlier lovemaking. It was pure animal lust. I haven’t seen Randy this animated for a very long time. He was out of control. Plummeting into me forcefully with wet, sloppy strokes. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. I didn’t know whom he envisioned he was imitating, but I loved it. 

“You like my big cock, slut? It’s not like your pathetic husband's little Willie, is it?”

I had to chuckle to myself because Randy had the biggest I’d ever seen, but I played along, answering, “Yes! I love your huge man meat. Fuck me! Fuck my cheating cunt.”

Two hours later, we lay gasping, completely exhausted. When I started to regain my senses, I realized what happened. My husband was empowered sexually like never I had seen before by the thought of sharing me. That seemed so out of character for Randy. He was usually jealous. 

I had no intention of ever bringing that fantasy to fruition. I created the ‘free night’ as a means of teaching him a lesson without actually doing the deed.The plan wasn’t intended to fuel his sexual passion but to exact my pound of flesh for his infidelity. Maybe my mother had it right, monogamy might not be workable without some creativity. 

Randy was dead asleep with his arm hanging off the bed and his leg over mine. I couldn’t sleep because I kept reliving the last three hours. It bothered me that he was fantasizing about sharing me with other men. If that’s what he wants, it changes everything.  

To be continued.


I want to than Mina (Sweetestsins) for her time and edit.  






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