When Words Wander

Date: 12.09.2007

Keywords: When, Wander, Words,

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If the TV was on, then she was watching an adult pay per view porn movie. The sounds of sex were unmistakable, and my heart sank in a heap when I heard a distinct male voice announce that he was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before.

I had purchased a recording device to listen in on phone calls on our home phone several weeks earlier, when my suspicions had started driving me crazy, and I had prepared ahead of time that night by connecting it to the phone, just in case. I could hear a woman scream out in lust as she begged her man to put it all the way in. "God it feels so good, oh shit yes, fuck me you son of a bitch." She screamed in lust.

"Does your husband's cock make you feel like this?" He asked. "Can he fill up your tight pussy with his cock, like I do Lynn?" There! He said her name, there's no way she could slough this off to a TV movie; coincidence was unacceptable.

"No," she said too quickly, and too emphatically. "He doesn't come close, god I love your beautiful cock Brian. Please fuck me, fuck me to death with it you horny bastard."

I don't know where my heart was, Lynette's words had ripped it out of me and I wasn't sure right then if I could ever get it back. I laid the handset of the phone onto our bed, and slowly stood, and walked out of our room numbly. Somehow, I ended up down the stairs and out the door without ever having moved my feet I thought. I stood outside in the brisk night air trying to come to grips with what I had witnessed by phone and for the first time the word divorce crossed my mind. It's funny, after spending so much time worrying over how we were going to get a family; I finally felt relief over all the things in our struggles that had been counted as failures only moments before.

Sometime later I went back in and eventually ended up in the bedroom again. I noticed the phone still lying on the bed. About 45 minutes had passed since I laid it down, and I wondered if they had realized it had not been hung up on their end yet. I picked it up again and brought it to my ear "...at's it push it in my ass. Oh your sooooo big Brian, I didn't think I could take it that way." I heard Lynn say.

"Your ass is even more gorgeous with my cock shoved up it baby." Brian's voice boomed.

Then there was frenzied pounding as I listened to the frame of the bed beating against the hotel room wall. Along with the noise of inanimate objects colliding, there were the sounds of sexual gluttony from my wife and Brian. The rhythm of the noise increased in intensity and I heard both of them cursing loudly as they approached orgasm together. Lynn sounded desperate as she screamed at Brian to stop. "Don't cum in my ass." She said. "Don't cum yet! Put it back in my pussy and cum in me there. I feel so dirty when you do and I might finally get pregnant."

I actually heard the sound of his slick cock popping out of her tight brown hole and then she squealed in glee as he fed it back into her ready cunt. "God Brian, how did you ever get such a beautiful cock? It fills me up so much, and you fuck me so good with it. Your wife must die for it." The frenzy increased again and soon Brian was grunting as he pumped my wife full of his adulterous cum. I could tell he was cumming because he was grunting in a strained voice every time he shot another stream. Finally emptied, he pulled out and ordered Lynn to turn around and get her mouth on his slimy shaft to clean it up.

She didn't sound reluctant as she moaned in lust while she quickly gobbled him up. Here I had witnessed by telephone her enthusiasm at things I used to consider perverse. It didn't matter that I had had become curious about oral sex myself and had even tried to imagine what it would feel like. In this context, it repulsed me and only added to my anger and the sense of betrayal. I resolved right then and there to make sure the ugliness I felt inside somehow went away.

I set the handset back on its base, and removed the taping device. I wasn't curious about all I had missed, I was sure it was just more of the same, and wasn't sure if I wanted to learn any more about Lynette's elevated opinion of Brian's assets, or her disparaging opinion about my own. Lynn called back the next morning and I was cold and terse enough in my conversation to make her ask if I was alright. "As good as possible, under the circumstances," I said, and when she asked what I meant, I told her that I was lonely and looking forward to her return.

She said she missed me too, and that she would make it up to me when she got back that night. We hung up without a lot of warmth, and I spent the day talking to a few friends and trying to find a good divorce attorney. When she got home, she acted sweet and affectionate and I tried to pretend to be anxious to see her again. At bed time, we had plain sex for the first time in our marriage; before then we had made love. I felt angry pushing my cock into a cunt that had been occupied by someone else not that many hours before, and I got myself off without care or concern for her in any way.

It was angry sex, and it frightened and confused Lynette, but it gave me partial release of the pent up emotion and rage that had built up and that I had stored inside. For the next several days things were icy again between us, until the end of the week and the day that had been marked on our calendar for her company picnic. I didn't want to go, and at fist Lynette seemed willing to not push the issue, then the night before the picnic she really put on a campaign to talk me into it.

Picnic day was Saturday and I exaggerated how important it was for me to use the time to catch up on yard work that had built up. Lynn didn't let up all day, and I was getting more and more stubborn against going.

Early in the day, her work associate Brian Reynolds had called to help convince me to go, and the more I thought about it, the more certain I was that this had to be the same Brian she had been with in Orlando. He insisted on picking us up so we could ride with him and his wife, and by the time he arrived I was terse, impatient and plain upset at the conspiracy to get me to go. Lynette insisted that I come in to get ready at about the same time Brian rang the front door bell.

I got inside as she was showing him the front room and met the two of them in the entry. She introduced him again, I think I had met him before but really couldn't recall. The greeting I gave him was cool as I regarded him with suspicion and then Lynette urged me toward the bedroom upstairs as they moved into the dining area off the bottom of the stairs. I was trying to drag things along slowly and asked Lynn a question from the upstairs hallway. That's when I witnessed the sex play Brian had started as soon as I started up the stairs. When I saw the reflection of him in the curio mirror, fingering her pussy daringly to flaunt his sexual power over her I flipped.

Operating on pure rage, I raced down the stairs and grabbed his shirt beneath his neck with one hand and his full head of hair with the other. I pulled him up and threw him back with such force he ended up in a heap on the other side of the room. I picked him up again and even though he was larger than me, he hardly touched the ground as I forced him back through the dining room, through the entry and threw them into the door frame so hard the wood splintered as it gave way and his body passed though the opening, off the porch and into the yard. His body lay motionless on the ground and I didn't care if he was alive or dead. I went to his van, found his registration an took it with me.

By the time I got to my car in the garage, after I had assaulted and almost killed him, I had to sit for a moment to gather control before I went out and killed myself or someone else on the road. Even though my ego was wounded and I should have been feeling incredible pain, the anger that had built up from knowing too much and still not enough about my wife's infidelity dominated all of my emotion. When I felt I had at least minimal control over myself, I backed out and slowly drove down the road trying to twist the padded covering off of the steering wheel with my angry grip.

I checked to see if the extra copy I made of the phone tape was still in the glove box; with the tape in hand I drove straight to the Reynolds home. Mrs. Reynolds name was Elizabeth and I wondered only briefly if I was doing the right thing as I waited at the door for her to answer. Liz was a nice looking woman about my age and only a little heavier than Lynette. She had a puzzled look on her face when I introduced myself and I apologized for having to deliver disturbing news. She gasped, thinking I was here to tell her that Brian had been in an accident, and then standing there on the porch I simply explained that her husband and my wife were having an affair. She stood silently, maybe in shock, and said nothing; then I placed the copy of the tape and one of my business cards in her hand and told her to call me if she had any questions.

After I made my delivery, I drove into the foothills close by and parked as I listened to soft moody music from the car stereo. The music was romantic and melancholy and soon I was slipping into depression as I reviewed all of the good that I thought was coming to an end, things that had been important to me, and that were being thrown away carelessly by Lynette. I was still angry, but also hungry and tired by the time the sun set. I had never cleaned up from my work in the yard earlier, and I didn't like the idea of going somewhere to eat alone. Even at a fast food joint, I would feel conspicuous under the circumstances.

I became angry as I realized Lynn's choices had taken away even the simplest pleasures from my own life, and eventually I grabbed a hamburger at a drive through and forced it unpleasantly down. When I got back to the house, it was dark, and I hoped Lynette had left.