Chapter 4
Jack
I spent most of Sunday in my den. Not so much writing like Jane assumed. I was going through hundreds of testimonials from people whose spouse had cheated on them.
I couldn’t really prove anything. But there were some definite signs.
The three hours at a gym that was twice the time she usually takes.
Her dry workout clothes when she got home that lacked any scent of having been sweated in.
After a three hour work out, those clothes should have been soaked and smell of sweat.
Almost without exception, the caught spouses had claimed that the affair didn’t mean anything. It was just some fun and excitement. They claimed that it didn’t have anything to do with the marriage. They said that it didn’t change how much they loved their spouses.
I now have a queasy feeling in my stomach. Could Jane cheat on me just to have some “extra fun” or some “more excitement” in her life? Is this what marriage is like these days?
I wait till she is sound asleep Sunday night before I crawl in bed next to her. Even though I am woken up by her alarm clock on Monday morning, I keep my eyes closed and act like I’m asleep so I don’t have to interact with her.
After I take my morning shower and get dressed comfortably, I grab my newspaper and cup of coffee to go out on the balcony to read the paper like I do when the weather permits. In Seattle, you can have drizzles at any time of day or night. Today was a bright sunny day.
I had been on my balcony for about twenty minutes when Abigale stepped out onto her balcony. I was stunned when I saw her. She was wearing a skin tight red leather miniskirt and was topless.
She was holding a red top of some sorts in front of her so the people below us or across the street couldn’t see her unfettered breasts.
She casually turns her head to look over at me.
“Could I come over? I would really like to have some company,” she inquired.
“Sure! Come on over,” I answered without hesitation.
I am shocked when I open my front door for her and she is not wearing her top. She is holding it in her left hand. Her magnificent teardrop shaped 36DD breasts are totally exposed.
“C-C-Come on in,” I stutter a bit. “I hope you don’t mind the way I am dressed. I have always noticed that you take pleasure in gazing at my tits. I thought you would enjoy the opportunity to see them in their bare glory,” Abby purred. “Oh gawd yes Abby! Those are beautiful,” I gasp.
“Let’s sit in the kitchen so we can talk and drink coffee,” Abby suggested. “Yes, I still have a half a pot left,” I announced happily. “Damn those are some magnificent tits,” Races across my mind.
For a few moments we chatted about how nice the weather was and what a nice dinner we had on Friday evening.
“Tell me something. Did Jane seem a little funny Friday night when you took her home?” Abby asked me straight out.
“Yeah, she practically fucked me like a maniac whore that night. I remember telling her that she seemed different when she came in from being on the balcony with Ron. I teased her that the fresh air must have really wound her up,” I answered.
“And what about Saturday? Anything out of the ordinary?” Abby asked. My eyes were focused on her tits so I lifted my eyes to meet hers.
“She fucked my brains out in the morning and then went out to the gym in the afternoon. But I was curious as to why she was gone for twice as long as usual,” I said.
“On top of that, when she came home, her workout clothes smelled fresh even though she said she was sweaty and needed a shower. It feels like something is up with her but I just can’t prove it,” I confided.
“I would bet that she was gone from noon until three thirty…no?” Abby said. “Yeah, how did you know that?” I replied. “Because Ronald was gone for the same period of time,” Abby told me. “I think my husband and your wife are having a thing,” she added.
“They are having a thing?” I questioned. “Yes, when Ron came into the house after being on the balcony with Jane, he smelled like sex. He smelled like a woman’s aroused pussy.
“Now I know why Jane’s pussy was so soupy wet when I slipped into her Friday night.
She had never been that sloppy wet in all the years we’ve been married,” I stated.
“He got her so wired up that she fucked me twice that evening and again in the morning.
Then when she came home after going to the gym, she again fucked me like a maniac.
“That must be her way to clear her mind for the guilt that she feels,” Abby offered.
“So, what do you want to do about this? Should we hire someone to follow them?” I asked “I don’t know Jack.
I think the best thing to do about this is to get even with them,” Abby suggested. “How do we get even?” I ask stupidly.
Abby smiles broadly as she stands up and wiggles out of her tight skirt so she is naked in front of me in my kitchen. “We fuck our brains out any damn time we please,” Abby purred.