Chapter 4
Crystal had Chinese takeout with her when she got home a couple of minutes past six. “We need to talk, Hunny,” she announced while she sat the dinner on the kitchen table. “Yes we do! Eat first and then talk,” I growled in an unfriendly tone.
Crystal had sort of a grim kind of expression on her face as if she were trying to read how things were going to go. But she has no idea what I am going to confront her with. She has no idea that I know exactly who Steve is.
After we finished eating, I told Crystal to go out and wait for me on the couch. When I returned to the living room with my laptop in hand, I noticed that Crystal has removed her heels and her blouse is so open in the front that I can see most of her white frilly bra.
I opened my laptop screen and pulled up the texting stream that I had emailed to my computer. “I found out today exactly who Steve is and why you were screaming his name,” I announced.
All of the color drained out of Crystal’s face when I made the announcement. I couldn’t even tell if she was still breathing. I turned my laptop towards her so she could see the text string.
“So, how long have you been sending naked photos to other men? How long have you been fantasizing about fucking someone else? When do you intend to meet this Steve guy and let him fuck you until you scream his name?” I growled.
Crystal’s face was white as a ghost. It was quiet for several long moments while she tried to figure out how to respond. “How…did you get ahold of this?” she gasped finally.
“I’m a lot smarter than you give me credit for,” I answered. “How long have you been doing this? It’s been more than a year since you showed any real interest in having sex with me,” I rasped trying to hold my voice down.
“So…What Crystal? Why am I not good enough for you anymore? What is this really about? Are you just stringing me along until you can find someone else to run off with?” I nearly hollered.
“Oooooh hunny! It’s not like that at all. I love you to bits. But we have been together for almost five years and you were only the third man I ever had sex with.
“Sometimes I just want more than you can give me,” she announced. It felt like a slap in the face. The porn and the fantasy of fucking other men has ignited something deep inside me,” she added.
“So, you want me to be some cuckold husband who stands in a corner and lets other men fuck you?” I hissed in disbelief of what she is suggesting.
“That is not going to happen,” I snarled. “If you want to fuck other men, then I am going to fuck other women. “Do you even know that your sister has been throwing herself at me for years?
“I could call her right now and tell her that I’m available for a ride. Should I do that? Would it make your pussy wet to watch another woman fucking me?” I ranted.
It was deadly quiet when I finished my tirade. “Yeah, maybe your fantasy isn’t as cool as you think it is…is it?” I hissed. “Just think how fun it would be to even just know I was fucking someone else,” I added tersely.
“We’re done here. I moved my things out of the bedroom. I will be sleeping in the guest room until you figure out what the hell you want to do.
“I refuse to sleep with anyone who doesn’t want ME instead of some stranger on the Hotwife Site. If you really need to fuck other men, then we should call it quits,” I told her.
I left her sitting on the couch and went to my den. I brought up the Hotwife Site and sent a message to Hotsteve69.
“You will cease and desist. If you try to message my wife anymore, I will find you and sue you for alienation of affections. By this time tomorrow, I will have your home address.”
“This is your only warning. And might I remind you that I have ALL of your messages that I could bring to court and prove my case. Don’t you try me on this.”
After I edited the book I just finished, I poured myself a tumbler of Brandy and retired to the guest bedroom. Down the hall, I could hear Crystal sniffling. But who is she crying for? Me or Steve?