Chapter 1

Jack

Right now, my wife Sara is frolicking in the pool with my brother. I’m not sure if I am comfortable with how much grab ass is occurring and how much their wet bodies are rubbing against each other.

When I glance over at Jessica, I can see her eyes are trained on her husband and what is happening in the pool. The expression on her face tells me that she is not too pleased with that behavior either.

“All right you two. Break it up. That is enough grab ass for one day,” Jessica calls over to the two offenders.

When Sara stood up from crouching in the water, her bikini was pulled down in front exposing her breasts.

She gazed over at me and shrugged her shoulders in an oops sort of motion while she pulled her top back in place.

I could see that Jessica was very displeased and I was not too happy either. “I think you should go home now Chip. That is enough shit for one day,” I hissed. “Hey Jack, no harm done! We were just horsing around,” he claimed.

“No harm huh? How about I pull you wife’s bikini down and play with her tits? Would you like that asshole,” I shouted at my brother. “How about I rub my crotch all over hers like you were doing under the water?” I yelled. “Get the fuck out of my house!” I screamed.

I could see the alarm on Sara’s face as my brother climbed out of the pool. Collected his things and left with his angry wife following behind him. I went back into the house and locked myself into my den. I had nothing to say to my wife who had been acting like a damn slut.

“Come out and talk to me Jack!” Sara called through the door ten minutes later. “I don’t have a fucking thing to say to you Sara. You were an absolute slut in how you acted in the pool. With my brother no less,” I hollered back.

“Maybe you should just pack your shit and go live with Chip. You seemed to have a real connection with him today. But don’t be surprised if Jessica kicks your ass when you show up,” I hissed.

“Jack, it was nothing. Just some horsing around,” Sara sobbed outside my door. “You were topless and grinding your pussy on his crotch. That’s a hell of a lot more than horsing around,” I yelled.

“And you had the fucking nerve to do it right in front of me and Jessica like you were rubbing our faces in it. You are a fucking slut,” I ranted.

“You make me sick. You need to stay the fuck away from me and let me get over this,” I screamed.

I heard her sobbing outside my door for several minutes. Then she went away.

Over the next week, I slept in the guest bedroom and waited each day till after Sara went to work before I would take my shower and get clean clothes from the master bedroom. I was still deeply angry and disturbed by what happened in the pool last Saturday.

For the first time in well over a year, Sara stayed home on Tuesday night instead of going out for lady’s night like she normally does. Calling through the door that she is ready to talk any time I am ready.

I eat breakfast by myself every morning in the kitchen after my shower.

I go out for a large meal at a restaurant for lunch and buy myself hoagies and chips to eat for dinner so I don’t have to come out of my den since I have a bathroom that connects with my den.

I want Sara to have no doubt about how angry I am at her and how inappropriate her actions were in that pool were.

I left countless phone calls and text messages unanswered from my brother. I sent one response only. “Eat shit asshole,” I texted him.

On Saturday, it was a week after the pool incident, I had a knock on my den door at noon. Outside the door was Jessica. She asked if she could have a word with me. I made sure that Sara was not with her before I let her into my den.

“Your brother desperately wants to apologize to you. He says he was a bit drunk and just got carried away with his horsing around,” Jessica told me.

“Is that what you saw?” I asked Jessica.

“What I saw was my arrogant brother groping and grinding on my wife and doing it on purpose right in front of us,” I told Jessica.

“I can’t allow myself to believe that Jack,” Jessica told me. “Well sweetie, you did not grow up with him like I did. You have no idea how much he bullied me as a boy. You have no idea how many of my girlfriends he stole from me or turned against me in some way,” I informed Jessica.

“What I saw last Saturday was my brother being an arrogant bully and using my wife to bate me and taunt me,” I advised Jessica.

“But he is a coward about it these days because he knows that with my black belt in Tai Chi I could easily beat him to a pulp now. So he has to be sneaky and devious in how he bates me,” I added.

“But the thing that pisses me off the most is how Sara allowed him to do those things with her in the pool. It was not an accident that she was crouched down with her top off. It was not against her will that he was grinding his crotch against hers. No, she was a willing participant,” I told Jessica.

“She wasn’t even sorry for what she did.

Not once has she said she was sorry yet,” I added.

Sara told me this morning that she is heartsick that you are so upset. She told me that she had no idea that what happen would affect you so deeply,” Jessica told me softly.

“If she is so fucking heartsick, than why can’t she see that what she did is wrong?

If she feels that way why has she not apologized for her slutty behavior?

” I groused. “Not once in this week has she said that she was sorry or that what she did was wrong. I truly don’t think that she considers what she did is wrong,” I rasped.

“I think you should talk to her and tell her how you feel. You should tell her all those things you just said to me. I think she may understand your anger and be more open to express her regret and take responsibility,” Jessica suggested.

“Tell her if she cooks dinner tonight that I will come out and eat with her. Then we can talk afterward. “What should I tell Chip? Jessica asked. “Tell him to eat shit,” I growled.

“Oh Jack. I hate seeing you two at odds with each other. He is your brother and I hate seeing you divided,” Jessica told me. “Well I have had a lifetime of his bullshit and I will not put up with it anymore,” I told her. “I’m sorry, but that’s the best I can do right now,” I added.

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