Chapter 2
Jack
Sara made a very nice lasagna dinner with tossed salad and warmed French bread. We had a nice red wine with dinner. We kept our conversation light and mostly about her job and my newest story line.
I noticed immediately that she is wearing indecently short jean shorts and a see thru blouse without a bra. My dick wiggles a bit. It has been more than a week since I’ve had sex with my wife.
Sara was surprised that my present story was about a brother getting even with his older bully brother. “What happened was wrong but it was perfectly harmless. Just two tipsy people being a little inappropriate,” Sara told me as we sat on the sofa in the living room.
“That’s all you’re going to say? It was just two people being tipsy and inappropriate?
” I asked in disbelief. “No apology. No admitting that my brother took advantage of you in the pool?” I hissed.
“Or did you enjoy it and think it was okay to have another man grind on your crotch and grope your bare tits?” I rasped.
“It wasn’t like that Jack,” Sara protested.
“I know what I saw Sara. And your attitude about this is pissing me off even more than the incident,” I raised my voice a bit.
“What would you have felt if it had been me in the pool groping Jessica’s topless tits and grinding my crotch against her?
” I ranted. “Would you think it was just two tipsy people having harmless fun then?” I yelled.
“That’s the way you are treating this. Like it was just harmless fun,” I added.
I shoved Sara’s hand away from me when she tried to lean over and put her hand on my leg. “You of all people know how much Chip has bullied and tortured me over the years. You know how he stole girlfriends away from me right in front of my face,” I reminded my wife of my history with my brother.
“Yet you think this was no big deal,” I ranted. “Like you have no idea why Chip was groping you and dry humping you right in front of my face and his wife’s face too,” I growled.
“We’re done talking because you don’t even think anything was wrong about last Saturday,” I snarled as I got off the couch.
Again I went back to my den. Again I ignored her sobs at my door.
I’m even madder now than I was last Saturday.
How could my wife be so dense that she doesn’t see what Chip is doing?
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I spent the next three days staying away from Sara.
Staying in my den till she went to work on Monday and Tuesday.
It was Tuesday evening that I got a call from Jessica asking if she could come hang out with me for the evening.
“Chip is going to his weekly poker game and won’t be home till 2am or so,” she told me.
After I told her I would love her company and ended the call, I felt a chill up my back. What are the odds of Chip’s poker night being on the same night that Sara has gone out every Tuesday for the past 18 months? Is my distrust of my brother really making me this paranoid?
Jessica looked stunning when she showed up to have a movie night with me. She even brought popcorn and wine for us to have while we watched a couple of movies on the cable TV.
It felt cozy cuddled on the couch while we watched a rom/com together. Half way through the movie, she had her head on my chest and a hand petting my thigh. “This feels a lot better than sitting home every Tuesday while Chip does his poker thing,” Jessica said softly.
Again, I feel a chill down my back as I think about my bully brother and my wife being gone at the same time every Tuesday till well after 2am.
By the end of the movie, Jessica and I have fell to sleep together. When I awoke, we were spooned together on the couch. My hand was up inside her halter top with her bare left breast in my left hand.
I yanked my hand out of her top as soon as I realized where my hand was. “We must have dozed off together,” Jessica stated as she sat up. “Yeah, I think it’s about time for you to go home,” I suggested when I looked at the wall clock and saw that it was just now 1am in the morning.
I took a hot shower after Jessica left. My dick refused to soften after she left and I recalled her soft warm 34B navel orange sized breast in my hand.
Fap, Fap, Fap, Fap. As I lean back against the shower wall and masturbate, I can envision her lovely athletic body and how sexy she looked in her skin tight jeans and halter top that allowed a bit of under boob to be seen.
“Gawd I’d love to see that sexy body of yours naked,” I groan as my dick jumps in my hand and spurts cum all over the shower floor. I watch in amusement as the white mess floats to the drain and disappears down the drain.
I am in bed in the guest bedroom when Sara gets home at 2:10am in the morning. When I hear the shower running a couple of minutes later, it occurs to me that she takes a shower every Tuesday night when she gets home from being out.
Over the next couple of weeks, I continue to sleep in the guest bedroom and avoid Sara completely.
Every night, she bangs on the door and tells me that dinner is ready.
Every night, I tell her that I’m not hungry.
I refuse to relent. I will stay in my den and sleep in the guest bedroom until Sara apologizes for what she did in that pool.
The fact that Sara doesn’t think that anything was wrong in her behavior leaves no reason to talk woth her about anything. Lately, I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life after all this.