Eight months ago, we moved to Richmond from Atlanta. We settled in our new home in the Windsor Farms area. I inherited this home from my grandmother when she passed away two years ago, and after probate and family squabbling over the will between my sister and me, I bought her out of her half of the house, and we were able to make a move.
My family has a lot of money, so I am a freelance writer and website designer. I don't have to work, so I do the two things I enjoy the most, and then I donate all the money I earn to the charitable organizations I attach myself to.
I am married to Elizabeth Anne, and we have three beautiful children, Lawrence, Stephanie, and Melissa, twelve, ten, and eight, respectively. We are a happy family. We have not let the fact that money is no object in our family change us. We respect people and property and use some of our money to make the world a better place.
To the average person, we look like a family with a successful dad and a mom who works for charitable, church, and school causes. Our kids went to public school in Atlanta, so we were normal.
We made a couple of changes here in Richmond. Beth and I decided it was time to prepare them for college, so we needed to improve their education quality. We enrolled them in a private school, Calvary Episcopal Preparatory.
My grandparents had been members of the Willow Oaks Country Club, so we also joined there. Beth and I both play golf and tennis and love to dance. The kids love the pool and are starting to like tennis and soccer, and my girls like basketball.
So, we settled in and mainstreamed for a few months.
Beth signed us up for the Country Club ballroom dance group that meets once a month. They also have four formal dances each year: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Holiday.
So, about Beth and me, Troy.
We are both thirty-seven years old. We have been married for fourteen years. We began dating in our junior year of college. After graduation, we took a month-long trip, backpacking around Europe. While in Paris, I proposed at the top of the Eiffel Tower at night, with all the Paris lights below us. It was very romantic. We married seven months later.
We are both very fit. I work out three days a week and run every day. Beth works out four times a week doing hot yoga and palates.
Beth is five feet six inches tall and one hundred and thirty lbs. She has an incredible figure, 36C breasts, with a twenty-five-inch waist and thirty-five-inch hips. Her bottom is delicious, firm, and perky. Her tummy is tight, and her mound is always laser smooth.
As for me, I am six feet two inches tall, weigh one hundred ninety-five lbs., and have a muscular physique. I like lifting weights, so I have a solid muscular upper body, and my running keeps my legs and thighs firm and fit. I have been blessed with an above-average cock, just over eight inches long and relatively thick, and very satisfying, so Beth tells me.
We have an excellent love life, never denying each other's desires, and always ready to satisfy an urgent need. Our children all understand what a closed door to our room means, so we are available to each other anytime, anywhere.
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So here is where my story begins…
We had been to several events at the Country Club and used the facilities for our workouts, golf, tennis, and swimming now that the pool was opening soon.
We met several of our neighbors and attended several family parties in the neighborhood. The kids had quickly made friends, so life was good.
As I said earlier, we joined the ballroom dance group at the Club. We have been ballroom dancing most of our married life and truly enjoy it. It is a great social event, and I love holding my wife and spinning her around the dance floor.
Beth is a far more graceful dancer than I am, so I am her setup guy and guide, helping her highlight her skills as we dance. Additionally, Beth is a stunning woman dressed to the nines in an exquisite ball gown fitted to her sleek body, showing off every curve, beautiful breasts, and firm bottom. She never fails to turn heads when she enters the room or on the dance floor.
Our years of experience put us in the top several dance couples at the Club, so we attracted much attention, especially Beth, surrounded by men and women. The men wanted to dance and hold her. The women wanted lessons.
After some persuasion, Beth agreed to hold lesson sessions for the women once a week for a few months. The women would have to dance with each other or me if I could be there. Most of the other men had important jobs or traveled each week.
After five months, we had become mainstream. I had my weekly golf foursome set and joined a group of eight tennis players about my speed. The kids are like rubber balls and adjust quickly.
It was Thursday; Beth had a dance class earlier and had gone to yoga afterward. She came home from her yoga class hot and sweaty, just like I like her. Beth walked into my office humming and pulled me out of my chair. She moved me into a dance position, and we spun around the room to her humming. It was fun, but I knew something was up, as this only happens when Beth wants something or is happy. Either way, I would be asked to agree or have to do something.
Our twirl ended with Beth holding me in her arms, pressing her sweaty body against me, pushing me back against my desk, and kissing me hard with lots of tongue.
Wow, I knew then that this was a big request!
Beth broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes and asked. "Troy, there is a dance competition in Washington in a month, and I want to compete there. It will be fun. I don't expect to win, but it will be an experience I have never had."
As I heard her request, I noticed no 'WE' in her words, only 'I.' She continued, struggling with this part.
"Travis Taylor has asked me to be his partner for the competition." Her voice weakened as she ended.
There was a profound disappointment that overcame me. We had always been partners in any competition we had been in, so why not now?
I stepped back from Beth, letting her go, and looked at her, confused, and sat down. I knew she could see the disappointment on my face. I said nothing. My jaw was tight as I gritted and about her request.
Beth's request was odd, and I thought about her potential partner, Travis Taylor. He is a far better dancer than I. He has professional training and has danced in many competitions, winning several. As a partner, he is hands down the best dancer in our group, male or female. I thought it was an honor for Travis to ask Beth to be his partner.
Then I thought about Travis as a man. I had heard rumors that he was divorced several years ago and was "playing the field." He is a handsome man, about six feet tall and well-built. He is a few years older than us, in his early forties. He is the Vice President of a prominent investment firm and is well-liked around the Club. The word is he was married to a beautiful woman, but he cheated on her one too many times, and it cost him his family of two kids and his wife. That happened several years ago, and he has dated many women since.
As I thought about Travis, I remembered that he has been dancing and talking to Beth quite a bit at the dance events over the past few months. I never thought anything of it until now. I also remember a few weeks ago, out by the pool at the Club, he was lying on a lounger by Beth, chatting her up as our kids played in the pool. I had been finishing a web project and came over later. The odd thing was when Travis saw me across the pool, and before Beth saw me, he quickly excused himself. When I walked up to Beth, her face was flushed.
Until that minute, I thought nothing of it, but now my interest was suddenly heightened.
I had not responded to Beth. I just sat looking forward and not at her.
"Troy, did you hear me?"
I looked up at her. "Yes, I heard you, Beth." I was a little short with some edge in my voice. "So, when did this come up?"
"Uhhh, last week at the ladies' class. Travis was there, and at the end, asked me if I would be his partner." Beth's voice trailed off.
"Travis was at the women's class. Why? Has he been to many classes?"
"Well, yes, he has been coming, so there are men partners to dance with."
"How many other men have been coming to the classes." I thought I knew the answer, so the ire in my voice rose.
There was a long pause, much longer than it should have been. A very pregnant pause!
I looked up at Beth. She was biting her lip. Ah Ha, Beth's ‘tell,’ she was hiding something. Then she softly said, "None."
"How many classes has Travis been to?" I was getting pissed now, so my voice was stern.
Beth looked away, "I am not sure exactly about the last six or seven." Her voice was sheepish, and she was still chewing her lips.
"Beth, you're telling me that Travis has been to classes regularly, and no other men have been coming. Why have you not asked me to be a dance partner?" I was very pissed now, so there was a certain edge in my voice.
Beth turned away, took a deep breath, and turned back. "Troy, I don't know why I didn't ask you. I just didn't. I am sorry."
I had never experienced anything like this at this point in our marriage. I was ready to challenge my wife about her attraction to another man. That has never happened unless I have been blind for the last sixteen years.
"Well, Beth, these revelations all seem very strange to me. Travis has been sniffing around you every time the two of you are in the same place. You have danced more with him than me in recent months. You invite him to attend your classes, and he takes work off. You don't invite me, who has all the time in the world. Now Travis wants you to go to a competition with him for how many days, in Washington. You will accompany him alone, and I will stay home with the kids. Is that the plan?"
I sat back and looked at her. A strange look spread over her face.
"Oh God, No, Troy, it's not like that, no, no, not like that at all. Travis is just a dance partner and friend. Oh God, No, there is nothing else." Her hands covered her face, and she started to cry.
I let her. I stood and walked out of the room.
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Oh My, what just happened?
I asked my husband permission to attend a dance competition, and what happened?
It was all innocent; it was just a two-day competition in Washington with Travis Taylor, another dance partner, not Troy. That was it, nothing more, or was it? There was the kiss I had to tell Troy about.
After Troy laid it out, I could see that there could be more to it than it looked on the surface. Then there was the kiss.
Everything that Troy said was accurate. Travis had danced with me recently, and yes, I had ignored my husband, not realizing I was. Travis had showed up at the women's class the first time unannounced, then came to every class after that for the past two months. I just thought he saw the need for a male partner and came back as a helper, but as I look back, he did hang around and wanted to dance with me a lot during each class and afterward. Now he wants me to go away with him, just the two of us to a dance competition. When I had asked about Troy coming along, Travis said, "There was no need. He should stay home with the kids. We didn't need a chaperone."
God, am I so naïve not to see the pattern Troy sees?
I feel nothing for Travis in that way, nothing at all. Yes, he is attractive, and I feel special when we dance. He makes me feel good, and when we dance to slow dances in the ballroom, and he holds me close, I feel safe and secure. I admit I may have a little crush on him, but nothing that would lead further. Well, except for the kiss after the dance class a week ago.
Can Troy see all these pieces better than I can and assemble the puzzle? Am I slipping into a dangerous situation? How come I cannot see it?
Where did Troy go? I must tell him about the kiss. But he left, so I can't do it now.
"Troy, Troy, where are you?" I called out with no response.
I ran through the house; Troy was not inside. I ran out into the yard and around the house, finally finding him sitting on the front porch, looking out into the distance. I stopped and looked at him before he saw me. He looked sad, just sitting there.
I walked up to him. He continued looking straight ahead, not moving, or acknowledging my presence.
I sat beside him in a separate chair.
"Troy, what is the matter? You are making more of this than it is. I swear that there is nothing between Travis and me. I am yours and yours alone. I love you and only you. How could you think anything could be happening like that?"
Troy took out his iPhone, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to me.
There was a video playing. Two people were dancing like lovers, with the man's hands cupping her bottom and her hands holding him behind his neck. I saw the woman's head was turned to the side and lay against his chest. The camera zoomed in as they slowly turned. The woman's face was turned the other way as they moved smoothly together. I did not see ballroom dancing; it was more personal than that. The woman's hips pressed tight against the man as they spun around again. Her face came into clear view, and there was a slight smile on her lips as the man whispered to her.
"Oh God, No!" I gasped and dropped the phone on the porch floor as I bolted into the house, and the video continued to play.
“Oh God,” I screamed, running down the hall to the guest room and locking the door,
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I picked up the phone and looked at it. I had seen it a few minutes earlier, so I knew what was showing now. I heard their moans and whispers, so I watched. The man leaned down, whispering something to Beth. Her head pulled back, and she looked up at him. He lowered his hand to her head, pressing his lips on hers. They kissed softly, more urgently, and then the screen went black. The video ended. I sat frozen. What was this?
The text with the video read: "Troy, you are a good man. After Beth's Thursday dance class, I returned to the room to get the jacket I had left. As I approached the room, I heard a Frank Sinatra ballad playing. I peeked inside and saw two people dancing close together. I knew both of them. I was shocked, so I took out my iPhone and recorded this video for you. I couldn't watch when things heated, so I stopped recording and left. Troy, I hope everything works out. You don't deserve this."
I reread the text, then had to wait a while to calm down. I walked into the house looking for Beth. She was nowhere. I walked down to the kids and guest wing. I saw the guest room door was closed. I assumed Beth had locked herself inside. I walked to the door and listened. I heard Beth sobbing. I stood there for a minute, thinking about what I would do. I took the iPhone out and started the video, maxing the volume. I laid the phone on the floor by the door and knocked on it. Not waiting for an answer, I turned and walked away.
I went to my office and locked my door. We were alone this afternoon, but our kids will be back for dinner. It is game night, so we will play a family game without fail. We are not putting this on our kids now.
I drafted an email to our family attorney, Daniel Crane. He has handled all our family business for over thirty years.
"Dan,
I have a problem brewing. I am unsure if it is a problem, but it brings that lack of a Prenuptial Agreement into play. I need you to draw up a Postnuptial Agreement. I want it hard. I will give Beth $100,000 in cash, her car, and 25% of the house's value in cash. Her items and some family items will be used to decorate her new home. That is all.
Also, please draw up divorce papers for infidelity. Leave the date open at this time. I have no plan to file them now.
Both of these documents will be used as a scare tactic if I need it. We will execute the post-nup once I determine what has happened. Can you have them ready on Monday afternoon?
Please call me when you read this message.
Troy"
I shut down my laptop and lay on the sofa, closing my eyes. I thought of what I had seen and heard. I could not understand how this could have happened. I wondered if it was something between Beth and Travis or if he was a predator after his prey.
As I thought about the competition, I had not seen anything posted at the Club, so I wondered if it was real or if Travis had made it up. I got back on my laptop and looked up regional dance competitions. There were none scheduled until May, and it was here in Richmond.
Then, to make sure, I called my friend Marie Stanton, the President of the dance association. I caught her at home, and we talked. She confirmed there was nothing scheduled. We had an excellent chat and then said goodbye.
Now I knew Travis was a true predator, and Beth was his prey. I was going to burn him. I would blindside him with the force of a Mac truck. I was sure Travis would not be dancing for a long while after I finished with him.
Beth was not 'lily white' in this mess, though. She had fallen into his trap and was not strong enough to escape. That is a real concern now, one I had never had before. It was now my job to make Beth fully aware of what would have happened if she had completed the betrayal that had started that she didn't know she was being lured into. The fake divorce papers and the Postnuptial Agreement would shock and scare Beth.
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My God, what had I done? I thought I was innocently dancing with Travis, like we had done almost every week after class. I never thought anything of it until Thursday's class. Travis and I demonstrated the Tango and Salsa, two very sexy dances that demanded sensual body contact and touching. While it was a demonstration, I didn't feel anything. But after class, we danced to Frank Sinatra, not in ballroom style, but as a couple.
I had become comfortable in Travis's arms, and when he pulled me tight against him, I thought nothing of it. The dance went on, and another song came on. I was so comfortable in his arms that I laid my head against his hard chest. I was almost in a dream state when he whispered, "Beth, look up at me."
I raised my head and looked into his eyes. A strange feeling came over me, and my body started to tingle. Then suddenly, Travis kissed me. It felt good, so I kissed him back. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and his hand held my head, pressing our lips together.
A sudden sense of dread came over me, and I pushed Travis away, yelling at him, "No, Travis, why did you do that?"
I ran from the room, passing Susan on the way out. She asked, “Beth, are you OK?”
I didn't answer her and came home as fast as I could. I felt dirty, so I took a hot shower, scrubbed my body, and sobbed, thinking about what I had done. I had almost committed a marriage sin, or maybe I already had by just kissing Travis.
Then I thought about what Travis had asked me earlier. He wanted me to be his partner in a dance competition in Washington. We would go alone. I love competing, but my partner has always been Troy. I wondered what it would be like being with another man. Then I thought about that question, "What would it be like with another man"? What did it refer to, dancing or something else?
Oh God, what was I doing? I was like a schoolgirl, letting the quarterback seduce me.
I had to come clean with Troy about the kiss.
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I knew the kids would be home at about five.
Since I played the video for Beth, we had not spoken or been in the same room together for a few seconds. I knew we had to put this behind us, or the kids would pick up on it immediately.
"Elizabeth Anne, come here; we must discuss this before the kids get home." I never called her that, so I knew it would get her attention.
Beth came out from hiding, looking shocked and a beaten woman. "Why did you call me that?"
"I wanted to get your attention, that's why!"
We looked at each other and tried to talk simultaneously.
"Sorry,"
"Sorry, you go first, Beth."
"Troy, I am so sorry. What you saw is not easy to explain, but let me try. You are right, Travis is a great dancer, and I love dancing with him. He has been coming to the classes each week, but I never thought anything of it. I thought he was just there to help. Then, Travis asked me about attending the competition, and I was flattered. After the class, we danced as we had done other times, but this time was different. I didn't notice until I felt Travis pressing against me, and I felt him getting hard. Then he whispered for me to look up at him. I did, and he kissed me. I thought I was in a dream and kissed him back, not thinking at all. Then, suddenly, what I had just done hit me like a sledgehammer. I pushed away from Travis, screamed at him, ran from the room, and came home. As I ran down the hall, I passed Susan, not expecting to see her there now.
When I got home, you were not home, so I stood in the shower for thirty minutes crying, afraid of what you would say and do when I told you. I was scared and didn't know how to tell you what I had done. I thought that if I told you about Travis asking me to go to the competition, I could work up the nerve to talk to you about his kiss, but it didn't work out like that. Your reaction was not good, and I was terrified.
You are so smart putting it all together and rolling it out that your explanation was close to what was happening. Then, you were almost accusing me of wanting to have an affair with Travis, which was never going to happen.
After you walked away, you must have gotten the video on text. It must have come from Susan. She was the only one I saw there.
God, Troy, what you saw looked so bad, but the end was cut off, so you never saw me yelling at Travis, and seeing me run away and coming home. I never wanted that to happen. I didn't want to kiss him. It just happened. I was appalled and ashamed when I realized what I had done. I am a married woman, and that should never happen.
I knew when I stepped out of the shower that I had to tell you, and I tried to use the invitation to the competition as a way to tell you, but that blew up, didn't it?"
Beth stopped and looked at me.
I believed everything she said about not caring about Travis. But she still had to learn how vulnerable she was because she was so hot and such a loving person.
"OK, Beth, I believe you, and I know you would never cheat on me. I know you love me, and I love you. We will put this behind us, but we will discuss a few changes later. The kids will be home soon. We have a little time, so let's lock our door."
A smile spread across Beth's face. "I love you, Troy. You are such a wonderful man; why would I want to damage us? How stupid of me."
She stood, pulled me up, and jumped up on me. I walked to our bedroom with my hands squeezing her firm ass cheeks.
Beth looked me in the eyes, "I need you to fuck me, Troy, fuck me hard!"
The door closed, and I turned the lock.
The next hour was pure bliss for both of us.
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It was a family game night, so we ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and played Pictionary. We laughed with the kids, and things were normal. So, after the kids went to bed, Beth and I made love a good part of the night. We slept only a few hours scattered between orgasms.
Yes, but it was not over. Beth and I had a few things to work out on Monday.
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I was tired the following day, but got up and made waffles for the kids for breakfast.
It was Sunday, family day, and the kids wanted to take breakfast to their mom in bed, so I let them make a tray and take it to her. I stood at the doorway, watching them wake their mom with coffee under her nose. She rolled over and realized who was there; she gasped. She was naked. Beth grabbed the covers, pulling them up over her.
I laughed and tossed her a cotton T-shirt to put on. The kids turned around, and she slipped it on, scowling at me, then smiling. We were all good again. I watched her take a few bites, then left to do a few things in my office.
Later, Beth came to the door. "Are we OK?"
"I think so, but I have a few things to do on Monday, and we have things to discuss. Today is family day at the Club, the opening of the pool. There is a barbecue dinner in the late afternoon. The kids are excited to go. There are family games with prizes for the kids, swimming, and the chefs roasted a whole pig all night to make the food incredible."
"OK, what time?"
"1:30 p.m., we will leave, and the barbeque will be our dinner. Then we will stop for ice cream on the way home. It will be a real FAMILY DAY. You know, the family you almost destroyed. Please remember, Elizabeth Anne, this could all be over!"
Sadness filled her face, and I saw a few tears run down her cheeks.
"Troy, I love you and our kids so much. I was stupid and naïve. It will never happen again. I swear on my children's life!"
I got up, and we hugged. I kissed her softly, then hard and passionately. That was all that was needed to soothe Beth.
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As we drove to the Club, my head was spinning. God, I almost destroyed my life, Troy's life, and our family. How could you be so naïve, I asked myself. I was mad at myself and hated Travis for what he had tried to do to me. He was evil. I was concerned about what Troy would do to Travis. I hoped it would not get Troy in trouble.
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At the club pool, we staked our claim on four loungers. The kids disappeared into the pool with their friends. Beth and I got a couple of beers and found some friends to talk with. All the young mothers looked amazing in their little bikinis and tiny thongs, showing off their incredible bodies. They got me a little worked up, so I had to adjust my sitting so my semi-hardon didn't show.
After an hour and several beers, I needed to pee, so I headed to the men's room. As I finished and opened the door to leave, a man was in front of me. "Hi Troy," and he quickly pushed past me into the bathroom. I said nothing and took a few steps. Suddenly, I knew this was my opportunity. I turned and walked back into the room and locked the door. Travis was peeing when he saw me. I stopped and looked at him. A look of fear spread over his face. I took two steps toward him, and he cringed away, peeing on the wall and himself.