Discovering that your wife of twenty years has betrayed you can be devastating, especially if it hits you without warning. Perhaps a little explanation is necessary. My wife’ Jessica and I met, courted and married over twenty years ago. She was the only woman for me, a fact I recognised after our first date. Way back then, she was an attractive blonde with a shapely figure and long legs and she still is. Standing at five six in her bare feet, she was only a couple of inches shorter than me.
To cut a long story short, within eighteen months, she became my wife, Jess Fuller. Over the years, she has retained that attractiveness and figure despite bearing me two sons, now both off our hands and making their way in the world. I told you she had retained her great figure and I wish the same could be said for myself. I had put on more than a few extra pounds and my hair, always on the thin side had started to get even thinner. I wasn’t bald, but moving that way. Jess had complained occasionally that I was getting fat and encouraged me to take action to stop the slide and I had responded and started to shed a few pounds through regular exercise and diet adjustments. There wasn’t much I could do about my receding hair line, but at least I was trying to restore my appearance and hopefully my attractiveness to my wife.
Our sex life was always gentle and loving, but lately I had sensed that she was less spontaneous in her response to my advances. I hoped that by making the effort, we could restore our love life to its previous levels. In our early years, we went at it like rabbits, but as the years slipped past, the frequency reduced as it does with most couples, but we both agreed that trading frequency and passion for care and tenderness, more than compensated for that.
I have read many stories on this web site and others about the husband being the last to know his wife was seeking to supplement her sex life elsewhere and the usual scenarios of how he discovered her betrayal. These range from the cliché, arriving home early and walking in on the act to finding out from behavioural changes. You know the kind of thing, more attentiveness and eagerness to have sex outside the normal pattern to mood changes or deprival of sex completely!
In my case none of the above fit the bill. No, in my situation, I watched it happen and despite my best efforts, I could not prevent the outcome. It all started perfectly innocently. After our sons, Andrew and Peter flew the nest we found ourselves with time on our hands and after a lot of discussion, decided to join our local amateur dramatic society. Jess had some experience of acting having been a part of the Am Dram scene in college. I had no experience of acting at all, but I was soon roped in, at first as a stage hand and then invited to undertake several walk on parts. Mostly, I had little to say or do, but when called upon, I responded and to my surprise discovered that I was pretty good. I think it was mostly because I never fluffed my lines and was reliable. Our society mostly did comedies or farces which were always well received by the audience.
All that was a couple of years ago and now Jess was taking second leads and sometimes the lead in some of the productions. Leo Bertram, our regular Director asked for a meeting with Jess and I the night before a scheduled meeting to discuss our next production.
After the usual preliminaries were completed he turned to Jess first and said, “Jess, I want to do something a little more risqué this time. It’s going to be loosely based on The Graduate. I say, loosely because of the copyright laws. You must have seen the film, Anne Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman, older woman and younger man, there’s an attraction and she seduces him and so on. It’s a story about attraction and seduction and the impact it has on everyone involved. Our version, is not as dark as the film. I want to introduce some humour at the appropriate moment, but the ending will be a tragedy and I want you, Jess for the lead!”
Turning to me he said, “Tom, I want you for the role as her husband? As I said this is going to be more risqué than anything we have done before and I have to ask if you are prepared to accept Jess getting kissed and fondled by a much younger man?” “Fondled!” I exclaimed, “just what exactly are we talking about here? You’ll need to explain this in more detail before we agree to anything!”
“Of course, of course I’ll explain it all to you both, but rest assured the sex will only be simulated! There will be kissing, naturally and some tongue interchange. Maybe some breast stimulation, underneath her dress if possible, we need to demonstrate that the leading lady is attracted to the young man and that it develops into a sexual relationship.”
I decided he was trying it on to see just how far I would permit this to go!
“So, you want me to allow some young lothario to seduce my wife in front of an audience and then……..”
“No!” he interrupted, “It’s a play! That’s all. Yes it will stretch both you and Jess’s acting abilities to the full. I have copies of the script with me and all I’m asking is that you read them tonight and let me know tomorrow if you are prepared to give it a go.”
“Where are you going to get to play my would be lover. We don’t have any young men in our present cast that would fit the bill?” Jess asked him. “I have that covered too. I know a man that teaches Drama at the one of the major colleges in London. He has several young actors that are looking for the opportunity to develop their stage awareness and he thinks they would be delighted to spend the summer season working with us, unpaid of course. They should be at the meeting tomorrow night, I you want to meet your co-star before committing yourself, but I assure you, he is quite handsome, but also very young!”
We ended up agreeing to read the script and tell him our decision tomorrow regarding our participation. We did read the scripts and I was concerned about the love scenes. Jess, on the other hand seemed to quite excited at the prospect of setting out to seduce a shy young man, so much so that she nearly fucked me to a standstill that night.
In the morning we talked about the script and her excitement about the part was palpable. I knew then that she was desperate to do the role. I asked her about the sex scene and she said, “It’s only a simulation! It’s not as if I’m actually going to fuck him. As for the fondling, well, I get much the same kind of treatment every Christmas from the men I work with and I’ve learned how to handle them. Is this jealousy that’s making you baulk at us taking the part or is it something deeper?”
Was I jealous of her role? After some thought I realised that, no, not really, but I was certain that I had misgivings about her kissing him and letting him take liberties with her beautiful body. Not just that, but in front of an audience, most of whom knew us! That was what was at the root of my problem. I loved Jess and trusted her implicitly, but even simulated sex in a public theatre would start the tongues wagging! Many of our colleagues from work would also be in that audience. What would they make of it all?
I explained my thinking to her and hoped that she would agree not to take the part, but she said, “I understand all that, but it’s only an act! I really want to play the role and I think that you are being ridiculous in raising these stupid objections! I love you and you only. This is just too good a part to turn down!”
Seeing that she was so determined and that further procrastination was not going to sway her, I said, “OK, do the bloody role, but for the record, I’m telling you now, I’m not happy about it!”
I noted that she could hardly keep the smile from her lips as she asked, “You have nothing to worry about. You’re my man and this play is just for fun. I want to see if I can still be attractive to a young man, even if he is acting a part like me. Now, are you going to take the role as my husband? I really need you to be there for me, it’s important that I have your trust in this!”
I thought about and decided that this was one of those occasions that I would be wise to accede to her request, so I nodded my agreement. She came to me and gave me a hug and gave me a promise that I would get my reward after the meeting tonight. The meeting that night was predictable and short. Many of our regular actors were miffed because this play had only three main characters, myself as the cuckold husband, Jessica as the vamp wife in lead, Gerry, her toy boy and would be conquest. The remaining parts were of a walk on nature and no real importance to the story. Sonja and Jason, the other two young actors had small parts to play as well. Jess and Gerry seemed to hit it off right away and as the rest of us discussed the rehearsal programme, they sat quietly together exchanging ideas about how to present their affair on stage, or at least I thought that was what they were doing.
In an effort to appease some of the more vocal objectors, Leo asked for volunteers to understudy me and Jess. Mary Adams and Alan Ward took those roles and rehearsals planned. We had two weeks to the dress rehearsal and then the play would run for three nights Thursday through Saturday. Our experience gained from previous productions led us to believe that three nights was all that the local community would support, hence the short run. Before the meeting broke up Jason asked if anyone would like a lodger as the three young student actors needed a place to stay while in town. He was also looking for folk to feed them their dinner each evening. Jess started to put her hand up, but a quick squeeze on her arm from me stopped that.
I whispered to her, “It’s enough that you have to try and seduce Gerald and pretend to fuck him without inviting him into our home as well. If I was the jealous type, I might think you really do fancy him and I don’t intend to provide him with even more opportunities to do just that. So, just stick to your role and remember who you will be going home with each night.”
She retorted with a thinly disguised anger as she almost snarled, “You’re fucking jealous already and we haven’t even started! What are you going to be like when I start kissing him? Maybe, we should think again?”
“No, I apologise and you’re right, I am getting jealous without any cause to be. I really want you to do this role, but I don’t mind if we feed them occasionally while they are in town, but I want you all to myself in our own home. I had enough of sharing you when our sons were at home. I know it’s selfish of me, but I love you and want to spend as much time as possible with you.”
Jess seemed to like that answer, as she squeezed my thigh and said, “I’ll convince you later that I love you too. Please no more comments about Gerry, I need him to be ready for the play and free from any hassle from you. He’s nervous enough as it is without you adding any more pressure to him.”
I promised to chill out and let them the space they wanted to rehearse and refine their roles. So it was that arrangements were made to accommodate and feed our guests. Jess and I were to host them to dinner them twice each week during their two weeks stay. The rehearsals were scheduled to begin the following week. Jess and I turned up for the rehearsals dressed as we usually did for these events, jeans and shirt. In Jess’ case she had a cashmere sweater on that emphasised her full breasts and flat tummy. Leo ran through the basic outline of the plot.
Act 1 The first scene was to be set in a restaurant where Jessica (Jess) and Mary Adams were lunching. Gerald (Gerry), Jason and Sonja were also dining and Mary was to make the introductions as she was related to Gerald’s father. After the introductions were made they were to spend some minutes chatting before the youngsters took their leave. Jessica was to remark to Mary about how handsome Gerald was and comment about how she would be more than willing to let him do her, if he showed any interest in her at all! Mary, an old friend and well aware of Jessica’s lusty nature, would chatter on about her previous lovers, to set the scene that she (Jessica) had a history and was more than willing to share her bed with young men if the opportunity arose. The second part of the scene was engineered to introduce my character to the audience and convey to them that I was totally ignorant of my wife’s affairs!
Act 2 The next scene was the one where Jess was to flirt with Gerald and start his seduction. The scene was set on a balcony of a hotel where the rest of us were dining. Jessica and Gerald had gone outside, him to smoke and her to get some fresh air. This setting was where Jessica was to commence with her plan to seduce him. The dialogue was well crafted and witty in places and I thought that a few laughs before the last scene change would probably be welcome, but before that, there was a final scene between them that would set the tongues wagging before the climax. This was to be their first deep kiss and he was to caress her breasts and she was to slow the pace a little by delaying the action before agreeing to meet him again.
Act 3 This act was a real doozy and if the final scene from Act 2 hadn’t got the audience’s attention, then this one surely would! The dialogue would convey to the audience that their affair had now been running for some weeks and lead to the finale where I was to discover their affair and confront them.
After a quick talk through, reading from the script, we broke up for the evening. I wanted to go straight home as we both had work in the morning, but Jess insisted we go to the pub for a quick drink and to be sociable to our new guests. I ordered up the first round and paid for it and turned to speak with Jess, but she was deep in conversation with Gerry. I was going to interrupt them, when Jason and Sonja collared me and we started to chat about our respective pasts. I discovered that the three of them had met up at Stage and that Sonja and he were more than just fellow actors and were in fact living together. Gerry was their close friend and I also discovered, a bit of a lad with the ladies. It was Sonja who had inadvertently let that gem slip and I watched her embarrassment as she realised what she had let slip. She was a good actress though and she managed to wriggle out of her own predicament rather nicely, I thought.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Rehearsals started in earnest the following night with the opening act. This was mostly introducing the players and setting the tone for the drama to follow. It was easy for me to watch from the wings as Jessica started her campaign by flirting with Gerald.
The second night of the rehearsals was more difficult as in this act they got to kiss and I had to stand there and watch as my wife at first gave him some soft kisses on his lips, but by the end of the act she was exchanging tongues with him. At one point he made the first move to take their affair to the next level and tried to caress her breasts over her sweater. This was in the script and the actual contact was to be on the blind side from the audience. I thought that she handled it very well by moving his hands firmly down to her sides.
I thought I handled it very well too. Acting a part was one thing and one can lose oneself in the character, but standing in the wings, waiting for my cue to get on stage, watching my wife getting more and more into her role as a seductress was another experience altogether.
I kept telling myself, it’s only a play and she is acting out a part, but the kisses seemed to be getting longer and the way they clung to each other, belly to belly and slowly gyrating made it very hard for me. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. There were benefits of course. When we got home each night after the rehearsals, Jess was on me as soon as we were in the door. She was insatiable and foreplay was out of the question! It was rutting, no other words adequately fit the bill. Afterwards, I tried to get her to talk about why she was so randy and she said, “Tom, come on! Honesty, you can be so stupid at times, you must know why. Good God, I spend half the night kissing and getting close to another man and yes, he is slowly getting to me. I’m so wet after every rehearsal and I’m surprised that my jeans aren’t displaying the evidence for all to see. You needn’t worry though, after all you’re the one reaping the benefit, not him. Make the most of this opportunity because once the play is over, likely as not, we’ll be back to the same old, same old twice a week routine.”
“Why do we need to revert to the same old, same old as you so nicely put it? Maybe we should use this as a chance to inject some new passion into our lives?” I retorted.
“It could certainly do with an injection of something! The last few nights have been marvellous and I’m getting too really like the attention you’ve been giving me. So keep it up, so to speak.” She replied with a smile.
“Now, on a more serious note.” she continued, “Tomorrow night, we move onto Act three rehearsals and the big bedroom scene climax, bed and all! Are you sure you will be able to handle that?”
“To be honest, I’m not too sure! You will be in bed with your young lover and simulating having sex with him, then I come in and confront you. There may not be too much acting involved from my standpoint, how about you? You’ve already as much as admitted that he turns you on just kissing and holding you. Are you going to be able to keep it at a simulation level?”
“Good question. I think that having you there and with your impeccable sense of stage timing, you will dampen his ardour somewhat too easily. He does get enormous erections when we are in the clinches, he must have blue balls by now and it’s really quite amusing turning him on so much and then deserting him just like that. The bonus is that I get to go home and screw the man I love to exhaustion.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The Act three rehearsals was tough for me, I stood in the wings as they ran through their lines and then took her to the bed. They were still fully dressed and had some problems keeping the duvet from slipping off them. That would need to be fixed, and with the assistance of some Velcro applied to the strategic points they managed to get through the sex scene with a lot of giggling and innuendos flying around.
When they were reaching towards their climax, it was my cue to stride on-stage and confront them. The pair broke apart with creditable screams of dismay at having been caught, clutching the duvet to their chests in an effort to hide their modesty. At this point I pulled out the gun and pointed it at Gerald’s chest, but held my fire. This was to be my biggest moment and I wanted to stretch it out a bit.
On seeing my hesitation, Jessica started to plead with me not to do anything rash, she vowed that she still loved me and this was only a fling! She tried to assure me that this was the first and only time she had cheated on me and begged me to let him go. I rebutted that assertion and asked her why she needed to take a lover, if she was so…. in love with me but before she could answer and right on cue, Gerald interrupted and said sneeringly, “Because you can’t give her what she needs anymore. You are old, fat and balding, what makes you think that you hold any attraction for her? And I’ll tell you something else, you don’t cut it bed with her anymore, that’s why she turned to me. I can sure make her jump, don’t I honey?” This was my big moment as I turned the gun on him once more and fired twice into his chest! Jessica went down and cradled him in her arms crying and before I could change my mind, I put two bullets into her as well!
At that point the lights were to go down at the same time as the curtain and in the darkness another single shot would sound to be followed by a body hitting the floor and leaving the audience to work out for themselves what had happened. After a few more attempts at the last scene, Leo declared himself satisfied and reminded them that the following Monday was the dress rehearsal and their last chance to hone their performance before the opening night. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Jess and I had invited the three young student actors to dinner that Sunday evening and Jess really put a lot of effort into her appearance. I was the chef, a normal occurrence in our home whenever we had guests, so I was a bit pushed for time. Our guests arrived early, before I had time to shower and change so I left Jess to entertain them and went up to get showered and changed. Over dinner, I couldn’t help but observe the sly, smouldering glances between Jess and Gerry. All appeared perfectly innocent, but she was being careful to keep the exchanges to times when she thought I was busy talking to Jason and Sonja. At one point, I sat at the table and watched him follow her into the kitchen to ‘help with the coffee’ They were both gone some time and if it weren’t for Jason keeping me at the table with questions that he already had the answers for, I may have caught them in the act. When I finally did manage to break off and go into the kitchen, Jess and Gerry sprang apart and Jess in particular, looked up with a guilty expression.
I asked, “What’s taking the coffee so long, we’re getting a bit impatient out there?”
“We were just going over the opening scene once more. Gerry feels that we are missing something in the early introductions.”
“I take it you have had enough time to find the answer?” I asked.
She nodded in agreement and said, “Coffee coming right up. Why don’t you two go back into the dining room and I’ll bring it in?”
Finally, they prepared to leave and as they were donning their coats, I overheard Gerry whisper to Jess, “Tomorrow afternoon, three o’clock, right?” Jess looked quickly around and thinking she was not going to be overheard replied, “Yes, but keep this between us.”
I coughed to alert them and came into the hallway to bid them farewell. I pretended that I hadn’t heard the last exchange and bid them goodnight. I had much to think about and my prime concern was that I knew Jess finished work early on Mondays, but not that early so I made a mental note to ask her about her movements tomorrow. I was not trying to catch her out, I trusted her implicitly, but still the nagging fear that something was going on wouldn’t go away.
I spent some time tidying up the kitchen before going up to bed. Jess was sound asleep! I had hoped for some talk about the dress rehearsal and maybe even some loving, but it was not to be that night.
I asked her over breakfast about her plans for the day and she failed to mention meeting Gerry! Now my suspicions were gaining ground. Why would she not mention meeting with him if their date was purely innocent? I was not in a position to take time off work to conduct my own investigation, nor did I have time to set up a Private Investigator to do the surveillance on my behalf, in any case I had convinced myself that my suspicions were more than a little paranoid! I did trust my wife I kept telling myself. So I did nothing! Maybe if I had confronted her then and there that morning over breakfast, things would have turned out differently! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The dress rehearsal started pretty innocuously Act one went well and after a quick change to suit the setting of a formal dinner dance, Act 2 started. Jessica was wearing a slinky black evening dress, halter necked and hugging her figure really seductively. No bra could be worn with this dress and her nipples were clearly trying to poke their way through the thin material. I watched as they took their positions on the balcony with the balustrade running diagonally way from the audience. Gerald stood behind her and put his arms around her, pressing himself into her rear and started to nibble at her earlobes and neck. She was responding to his movements and soon they were dry humping each other! His hand went to her breast, on the blind side of the audience, but it was clear what he was doing by the way she reacted to his kneading them and tugging at her proud nipples. It seemed like an age before she pulled his hands away and turned back into his arms for a last kiss.
Then it was Mary’s cue to enter through the open door from the function room and then to interrupt their clinch. She said, “Oh there you are, Jessica! I came to warn you that your husband is searching all over for you.”
Turning her attention to Gerald, she said, “You had better make yourself scarce! If he finds you here it will fuel his suspicion that you are trying to seduce his wife. He has a bad temper and you don’t want to ruin Jessica’s marriage, do you?”
This was my cue to enter the stage and just as I reached the door, Gerald said to Jessica, “Tomorrow?”
She nodded and replied, “Three O’clock at my house. I count the hours until you are with me once more!”
I moved to meet Jessica centre stage and held her close to me. I looked her in the eye and said, “I love you so much, but if you ever betray me, it will be death of us and our marriage!”
“And I love you too,” she replied sarcastically, “but why the sudden warning about fidelity? You’re my husband and even if you are overweight and balding, you’re still all mine!”
“It’s just that you seem to be getting very close to young Gerald and you seem to have less time for me lately.”
“Nonsense, we’re no longer as young as we used to be and things are bound to slow down a little as we get older. Gerald is fun and I enjoy all the attention I get from him, but that’s all!”
“Just remember, I will not sit back and let myself be taken for a ride. If you want out, just say so!”
That ended the second act and during the interval the scene was reset to our bedroom.
Curtain up for the last act and Jessica was standing in the bedroom dressed in just a thin silk dressing gown. She called for Gerald and he rushed in to grab her into an embrace. She submitted to his advances for a few moments and then said, “Slow down, we have all afternoon to play.”
They stood there and kissed each other, tongues and all. He pawed at her and she rather resignedly let him remove her robe. Beneath the robe, all she had on was a mauve coloured demi bra that barely contained her breasts and a small pair of matching silk panties. The sight of her exposed body must have inflamed his desire, either that or he was a great actor as he caressed her back and let his hands slide down to caress the twin globes of her bottom. Jessica was responding to his advances and as their passion mounted, he tried to remove her bra! This was not in the script! I was furious and made to burst onto the stage only to be stopped by Leo and Jason, who said, “Just a few seconds more, please!”
At that point Jess, broke away from him and stopped the rehearsal by turning to Leo and asking, “Is this really necessary. This was not in the script, he is practically stripping me bare out here. He’s like a fucking octopus and I have no intention of baring all on stage. I told you that right at the beginning!”
Leo put his arm around her and taking her to one side said, “You’re right, he has gone too far and I will have a word, but this is the most important scene! It is vital that your passion for each other is plain for all to see. Your acting of this part is superb and the way you relate to Gerald is marvellous. The audience will be able to feel the emotion that you bring to the role, the conflict between faithfulness and desire is critical and they will appreciate and empathise with your torment. Please try it just once more.”
I walked over and asked them both, “Are you happy with what’s happening here?”
Leo nodded and waffled on about the need to demonstrate her conflict and I had to tell him to piss off. I wanted to hear what Jess had to say. “I appreciate what Leo is saying, but if I hadn’t stopped him, he would have had me stripped off in front of everybody! I’m OK to continue, but are you all right with how this is panning out?”
“No! I’m not happy at all. What man in his right mind would permit his wife to be seduced right in front of his eyes? I know you have your heart set on this role and if it wasn’t for that, I would stop right now!”
She smiled at me and said, “Look, for the last time, he’s not going to seduce me! I’ll make it up to you tonight. The one benefit of this whole play is that we are closer now than we have been in months!”
I returned to my position offstage and they resumed the rehearsal. They must have gone over it three times before Leo was happy and they finally reached the point where she slipped into bed beneath the duvet.
“Why don’t you get undressed and join me?” she said with a look of pure lust on her face.
As I stood in the wings watching this, I felt really alone. I had never seen her act so well, if it was indeed acting? I tried to use the emotions that I was experiencing to help me deliver my lines in a few scant minutes time.
Gerald stripped off to his jockey shorts, rather incongruously he was wearing a pair of Union Jack ones. These were significant in the story as will become apparent shortly.
As I watched, they fooled around under the duvet for a few minutes of foreplay and then a mauve bra appeared held by a naked arm that placed it on the brass bedstead where it hung as if to taunt me. It was followed by her panties in short order and then, looking rather ridiculous, the Union Jack underpants!
They then assumed the missionary position and started to simulate making love. As they approached their climax, it was my cue to burst in on them!
I charged into the bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. I was supposed to be speechless at first and then furious at been made a cuckold in my own bed. It was not that hard for me because my jealousy had been aroused by their antics.
The broke apart and Jessica started to try and stutter explanation, “Tom! I can explain. This is not what it seems….”
“I think it’s perfectly clear to me and your explanations are unnecessary! I warned you that infidelity would be the death of our marriage!” I thundered and stepping nearer to them, I pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.
Jessica laughed at the incongruous sight of me and this gun. It was damned heavy and I was having trouble holding it steady. “You know full well that that gun doesn’t work! It’s been in the drawer for years and in any case, you haven’t any ammunition for it even if it did!”
On hearing this, Gerald who up to this point had remained lying silently with the duvet pulled up to protect their modesty, suddenly got brave and said, “Go ahead and shoot you stupid bastard! We have been at it like rabbits during the last few days and if you want seconds, you’ll have to wait! I haven’t finished yet!”
With that he turned back to Jessica and started to kiss her once more.
That was my cue and taking aim, I pulled the trigger twice at point blank range. The report was louder than I expected and made me jump! I have to admit his death scene was terrific and he died theatrically before I turned the gun on Jessica and fired again! She also died gracefully, my name on her lips as she expired.
The lights dimmed and the curtain fell, and I pulled the trigger once more before falling to the floor with a thump!
By the time I got back to my feet, Jess had donned her robe and Leo had bounded onto the stage full of enthusiasm for the finale to his play! Jess and Gerry stood together with their arms around each other and clearly enjoying the moment, totally oblivious to everyone else. He grabbed her and kissed her and I was shocked to notice, she returned his kiss with a passion, pulling his head and mashing her breasts into his bare torso. It was also obvious he had a raging hard on and she must have felt it as she broke off with a giggle. I was a bit nonplussed and didn’t know what to think! My wife had just passionately kissed another man in front of me and the whole cast! Leo confirmed that the rehearsal as over and that tomorrow evening was our first night, as if any of us could forget it!
I stomped off to get changed without a word to my wife or any of the rest of the cast and crew around. I was changed and waiting as Jess eventually appeared, followed closely by Gerry. I had agreed to ferry them back to their respective homes and as I drove I had to listen to their excited chatter and the comments from Jason about Gerry’s obvious excitement at being in bed with Jess!
We dropped them of and as we completed our journey home, Jess said, “You’re very quiet. What’s up?” I was still confused and angry. Her question was enough to tip the balance.
“I watched you tonight, not only during the rehearsal, but between scenes as well! Do you realise that you spent the entire time with Gerry? You never once made any attempt to spend some time with me! I watched as you pressed yourself into his erection after the final curtain and you’re asking me what’s fucking up?”
“But that was just me teasing him. It meant nothing to me! How many times do I need to tell you? You’re my man and only you!”
“You have a strange way of demonstrating that love I must say. You were practically dry humping him after the curtain fell!”
Jess wasted no time in responding to that. “I have not cheated on you with Gerry! So you can get that thought out of you head right now! It’s just your jealous mind that’s conjuring up this fantasy. I’m not prepared to continue this conversation tonight and I think that it would be better all round if you sleep in the guest room tonight! Maybe a night alone will help you to come to terms with your jealous paranoia” She replied stonily.
Needless to say, I didn’t get any loving that night or the following night either!
It was our opening night and two of the principal cast members were barely speaking to each other. The first act was fine and so as the second, right up to the scene on the balcony when Gerald started to caress her breasts. This time Jessica, after a look off stage to confirm I was watching allowed him to tweak her nipples far longer than she did during the dress rehearsal. This resulted in her nipples becoming engorged in plain view of the entire audience! Somehow we managed to get the final act without any major errors . By the Final act, I was praying for the whole thing to end! We all played our parts to the full and the only alteration from the dress rehearsal was when they got into bed and under the duvet, he took her from behind on her hands and knees! When the curtain came down, we were given a standing ovation.
I was furious at the change from the scripted version, not that it made much difference, but seeing my wife apparently being fucked from behind was obscene! It upset me so much that if Leo had not stopped me, I would have murdered him for real! Leo grabbed me and told me that Jess and Gerry had told him of the change before the start and they decided that it would make my intervention all the more realistic!
Jess was so bubbly afterwards and told me that all the cast was going across the road to the pub before going home. I refused and told her that she should go if she wanted, but I was going home! Needless to say, angry words were exchanged and she stormed off on her own to the pub while I took the car and went home. I was asleep, once more in the guest bedroom when she came in, so I’ve no idea what time it was. Over breakfast I tried to talk to her, but she refused to discuss the issues facing us.
That evening we gathered for the Friday night performance and we were expecting a larger crowd than the night before and it was. Most of our friends and work colleagues chose that night to attend and we had made tentative arrangements to meet them afterwards in the pub. Our performance was better and we completed it without any new surprises for me. I was a lot less angry by this time and Jess did nothing to wind me up. We went to the pub afterwards and we sat together and talked quietly until Gerry just had to come over from the snug where the rest of the cast and support team were and interrupt us. My hackles immediately rose and only the presence of our friends prevented me from asking him to leave. Our friends all wanted to meet the fella that got to kiss and cuddle with Jess! Eventually, we managed to extradite ourselves and slip away.
On the journey home, Jess was sitting beside me playing with herself. In all the years we were married, I had never seen her masturbate before! After about five minutes she demanded we pull over in a car park near the railway station. As soon as I parked up, she climbed over the reclined front passenger seat and into the back. She pulled up her dress to reveal she was naked beneath it and told me in no uncertain terms, “Tom, just fucking do me. I’m fit to burst and can’t wait any longer! Who was I to refuse a lady in need and I moved quickly to accommodate her. She started to orgasm just as I bottomed out and was heading for another when someone shone a torch in the car!
We both jumped and I shouted to the guy to fuck off!
I started to disengage from Jess when she whispered, “It’s alright, he just wanted to watch.”
“Well he can go and watch someone else, he’s not going to see my wife getting screwed!”
Then the absurdity of what I said hit us both and we burst out laughing, after all, wasn’t that what had just happened in the theatre? Sixty or seventy people had just seen my wife getting fucked on stage and here I was getting pissed off at a man watching us perform in a car! Just then, the light went out and I thought that the guy must have figured the show was over and he did as I ordered. We both reassembled our clothing and continued home, where the action started once more. This was the best loving we had achieved since the play had begun rehearsals!
Saturday morning and the local weekly paper was delivered as usual. Jess grabbed it first and went straight to the arts page to see what he had to say about the play. Generally the review was good and he confirmed what we all knew, Jess was stunning in her role as the seductress and he went on to comment on the final sex scene and how convincing their act of intercourse was. I didn’t need to know that, I had been experiencing it at close quarters and the evil genie still preyed on my jealousy even though I was sure that they were only simulating the sex. My performance as the cuckold husband was hailed as ‘intense’, whatever that was meant to mean? The phrase damned by faint praise came to mind! Still he did recommend to his readers that they should take the final opportunity that night to see the delightful Mrs Jess Fuller, local Secondary Deputy Head Teacher in a totally different light.
Saturday evening and it was show time! The last night and we were all at theatre early. The play was a sell out and an audience of nearly one hundred and fifty was expected. I was feeling nervous before the start and had to visit the toilet to do what has to be done when stage fright takes hold. I was sitting on the throne when Gerry and Jason entered. They were laughing and were rather indiscrete in their subject matter. Jason asked Gerry, “Well have you fucked her yet?” “Not yet, but she’s ready for plucking and with your help, I’ll nail her tonight!” He replied. I waited with bated breath. What was the scheming little turd up to now?
Then he said, “The props in the bed. You know, the bra, panties and underpants? I want you to remove them and lose them. If I can’t fuck her, then at least I will get her naked in my arms. It’s only for a laugh and to wind up that pompous prick of a husband. In a way it serves her right. She has been sending me home with aching balls since we started the stupid secondment.”
They finished whatever their business sin the toilet and went out the door still discussing their intended prank.
I finished up myself and it was show-time. I had no chance to talk to Jess before the start and once it got going, she was on stage most of the time so the opportunity did not arise. I mentioned their intended prank to Jason, but he was too preoccupied to pay me any attention. I had to try and prevent it and asked Alan Ward to make certain that the props were not removed and he promised to see to it. I felt relieved that I had stopped their intended prank and was confident I had control of the situation.
First Act went very well, maybe because we were all well into our roles by now. Second Act was also very good right up to the final scene where I’m sure I heard Jess gasp when Gerald tweaked her nipples a little too enthusiastically. She gave him such a look as the curtain came down that was hard to fathom. It was neither one of chastisement or of lust, but there was a definite message transmitted!
It was the third and final act. I stood in the wings watching as the seduction progressed and when she slipped into bed to be joined by her lover, I could see her searching around to try and locate the underwear props. Next thing was the bra appeared and put on the bedstead as planned, but it was not her hand that completed the task, but his. His union flag underpants soon followed and after some twisting around under the duvet, her lacy panties followed. This all happened so fast that I didn’t really register with me immediately, but it slowly dawned on me that this was their actual underwear! I looked across the stage to see Alan Ward holding up the missing underwear in his hand and smiling fit to burst!
The bastard must have been in on the prank from the start!
I went to move onto the stage, but Leo prevented me with a hiss, “Don’t ruin it now! Wait for your cue!”
I allowed myself to be restrained and watched as the two lovers got down to the nitty gritty. Gerald manoeuvred Jessica until she was astride him and they started the dance of love. This was not in the script, but I had to acknowledge that it was a more effective move for her in the role of vamp. My cue came as the lovers were reaching their climax and I have to say, they convinced me that they were not simulating the act this time! She was making that little keening sound that I knew so well as the indication that she was about to come! Gerald was also bucking around as if trying to throw her off or bury his cock right up to her throat!
I could wait no longer and burst onto the stage just as they apparently reached their respective climaxes. They fell apart and for a moment Jess’s torso was exposed before she hastily grabbed the duvet and covered herself.
I and everyone else in the wings could see that she was naked! The fucking slut was as bare as the day she was born! I admit I lost it then and made to grab her by the throat! I have never been a violent man and had never thought that I could be driven to hit a woman, but she shrank away from me, still clutching the duvet to cover herself screaming at me, “Tom! Please listen, this is not what it appears! I can explain, please let me at least try to explain?”
“I don’t think any explanations are necessary! I warned you what would happen if you betrayed our marriage!”
While all this was happening, Gerald lay there watching with a huge smile on his face and he reached out to touch her shoulder. I remembered my lines and pulled out the gun and pointing at him, pulled the trigger!
It failed to fire! The expected bang didn’t happen, so I tried again and again. Failed again. Gerald laughed and said, “Look Jessica, just as you said, he fires blanks!”
At that point I admit it, I was no longer acting, I threw the gun onto the bed and snarled, “You’re not worth going to prison for.”
I then punched him in the face with all my strength behind the blow. I don’t know what damage it did to him, but I felt something give in my right hand and was surprised at the lack the pain, just the recognition that I had hit someone for the first time since my collegedays! I checked on Gerald to see he was no longer grinning and there was some blood leaking from his mouth. He was trapped in the bed and he couldn’t get up without revealing his nakedness and that thought brought me to my senses.
I looked coldly at my wife and said, “Jess, I’ll be back tomorrow for my things. On Monday, I will see a lawyer and start divorce proceedings! You have destroyed twenty years of marriage for a romp with this young stud, I hope you enjoyed it and that it was worth it! Have a nice life.”
I turned and started to make my exit off stage and was surprised when half way to the wings, I heard the audience start to applaud! They thought I was just acting a part, but I wasn’t, I had meant every word. I turned back to look at my wife for the last time and saw her reach for the gun As the curtain came down, the sound of a single shot boomed out. The fucking thing worked for her! The applause got even louder, but I wanted to get my hand seen to. The adrenaline that had fuelled my rage had also dampened the pain, but it was now starting to hurt like hell!
As the curtain came back up, we all stepped back on stage to a standing ovation! I looked over to Jess standing on the other side of the stage with Gerry and smiling! Fucking smiling! I couldn’t believe it! I turned and left heading for my dressing room. I wiped the make up off and collecting my wallet and keys, left without even changing into my own clothes.
I drove to the Accident and Emergency and after three hours of waiting, finally got my hand seen to. It wasn’t broken, only sprained and a support bandage applied. I had switched my phone off during the performance and had neglected to switch it back on. When I did, it started ringing immediately. From the caller ID, I knew that it was Jess and I thought about ignoring it, but decided, I might as well get it over with and answered.
She started in on me straight away!
“Where the hell are you?”
Before I could answer that question another one was fired at me, “Why did you hit poor Gerry so hard? It looks like he may have a broken tooth and his face is all swollen.”
This time, I roared back with, “My heart just breaks for him, now just shut the hell up for a minute and listen. I meant what I said at the finale. We’re through. You were stark naked with him under that duvet and you can’t tell me that you pair didn’t fuck right there on the stage in front of everyone! I know you too well and recognised the signs of you having a massive orgasm! If you think I can forgive and forget, you’re very much mistaken. I will move out over the next few days and intend to divorce you on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. I won’t cite the real reason as you will need your job to finish the mortgage repayments.”
I must have struck her dumb, because silence was her only response, instead she said, “But, I can explain! Someone removed the underwear from the bed and we had no option but to undress. The show must go on and maybe we went too far, but we never…..!”
“Maybe you went too far!” I thundered back at her, “fucking right you did. We’re through!”
I terminated the call, I was in no mood for her excuses and in any case in my own mind, I knew what I had witnessed at close quarters. She had screwed Gerry and I was in no mood for reconciliation!
Instead of driving home, I went to the storage facility where we housed our caravan and even in the middle of the night, managed to find it and settle myself in for the night.
The next day was Sunday and I was up early, my wrist hurt like the devil and I took stock of my situation. Lawyer was the first priority followed by the bank accounts. Fortunately, our banking was on-line and all I needed was Wi-fi access. I had my laptop and the Scottish fast food joint solved that problem even if their egg mac-muffins were almost inedible. I reorganised the accounts, carefully splitting everything fairly and cancelled the joint credit cards. Whilst there, I decided to check my emails and there were a number from Jess. I deleted them all without opening them.
I tried to use my mobile to call my sons, but it was full of messages from Jess asking me to talk to her. Not a hope in hell! Monday I would see our solicitor and start the divorce proceedings.
My eldest son phoned me and asked what the fuck was going on. All his mates were watching his mother getting screwed on U Tube! I also checked the social networking sites and discovered that someone had put a short video from the final act of our little play out there. It was asking the question ‘Well did she or didn’t she?’ It starred Jessica, Gerry and of course me as the stupid cuckold husband. Thankfully, my back was to the camera, so I was not easy to identify, but anyone who knew the situation would know it was me. I didn’t know whether to be angry or not, I really didn’t care how embarrassing it was for Jess, that was her problem.
The number of hits already reached 20K and it was proving to be very popular. With nothing else to do, I went for a walk and returned to the web later and checked how her performance was being rated. It must have been a slow day or something as the number of hits went viral and the comments were split. The local bookmakers were taking bets on whether she had fucked him or not. With the background of a local amateur dramatic play and her position as a deputy head teacher, guaranteed a lot of local interest.
Jess was still bombarding me with emails and as my phone was switched off, that was her only means of trying to communicate with me. I bought a pay as you go phone and decided to use that. I knew all the phone numbers of those people I needed to contact and set them a text informing them of how to get in touch. No sooner had I sent that out and it started ringing. Most of them wanted to know if she had actually done it or was I aware of the video flying around the web? Those I deleted without response. I thought, you sure find out very quickly who your friends are when the shit hits the fan. My true friends, I acknowledged their expressions of concern and one in particular from my best friend, Jimmy asked if I wanted some company and offering me a bed for as long as I needed. He obviously knew that I had left her. I told him I was good for the moment, but would be in touch if the need arose.
The next morning I went into work and my work colleagues were either too embarrassed to say anything or smirking as I passed them en-route to see my boss. I didn’t need to explain the situation, it was common knowledge and my boss offered me sympathy and also authorised a couple of weeks compassionate leave, without pay. Generous to a fault was my boss. I told him I would take the two weeks as my annual holiday and left. I didn’t care if he approved it or not. With my skills I would find another job fairly quickly. As I left the building I was confronted by reporters from the local TV and Radio stations. They were pressing me for an interview about my marriage and I kept to the ‘no comment’ statement.
Next stop was my lawyer (James Patterson) and I explained the situation. He advised me to talk to Jess and hear what she had to say, but I told him that I was not ready for that yet!
James also said, “You do not know for certain that she had sex with Gerry. You have valid grounds for suspicion, but until you sit down with her and thrash it out, you’ll never know for sure! What if she never actually had intercourse with him? How would you react to that?”
He gave me a moment to think on that then said, “You realise that the media has gotten hold of your story now and it will probably get worse before it gets better. In the dog days for news during the Parliamentary Summer recess the media are desperate for a juicy story to boost their circulation and this one is tailor made for them. It has all the right ingredients, sex, a beautiful woman, a cuckold husband and most importantly, nobody confirming or denying what actually happened! They will run with this until something breaks. You want to consider whether you wish to issue a statement not.”
I told him that I would not be saying anything to the press, I gave him my new phone number and email address before I left. I also authorised him to proceed with the divorce, if not for adultery, then irreconcilable differences.
With the caravan once more hooked up to my car, I pulled out of the park and went on holiday! I just drove and when I was tired I stopped at the nearest touring caravan site. I kept up with the news via the internet and our story was gradually losing its appeal. I had received several emails from one of the larger tabloid newspapers offering me first of all £5K then £10K if would sell them my story. I refused.
There was an interview with Gerry published by the same paper and I was gratified to read that he had refused to confirm or deny whether he and Jess had sex that night. His only quote about the affair was to say, “A gentleman never discloses any details of an intimate moment.”
I thought that was fair enough until it struck me, he had added more combustible material to the fire. After all, there’s no such thing as bad publicity in his profession and by keeping quiet about whether or not they screwed, he was keeping his name on the gossip columnists lists.
That interview was on the Thursday of my first week on holiday and I was still no nearer being ready to talk to my wife. At Friday lunchtime I received an a call from James telling me to tune into Channel 2 and watch the programme. Jess was scheduled to appear and talk about ‘that play’ and the aftermath. The programme was a woman’s talk show and I found a corner seat in the site entertainment centre where I could watch the show in anonymity. The show was hosted by Sheena Eaton, a famous or sometime famous celebrity now past her first youth and she went through the usual preamble before finally cutting to the chase and reminded everyone about the background to her first guests leap to fame an subsequent notoriety. The, did she or didn’t she question would be answered today by the woman in question and introduced Jess.
She was dressed very conservatively, almost dowdily I thought. Before she even asked the first question, she paused and the video clip taken from the wings was played once more. I cringed at the sight and when it was finished, the camera focussed on Jess. She had tears in her eyes and quickly brushed them away. She looked defiantly at Sheena and waited for the inevitable question.
Sheena was very sympathetic and asked Jess to explain from her point of view what had transpired that evening. Jess related the facts fully and frankly without embellishment. Sheena then asked about the underwear, did they actually remove the underwear they were wearing? Jess confessed they did, but only for the sake of the play and she was at a loss to explain why the prop underwear was missing.
One of the customers at the bar said loudly, “Why are we watching that slut trying to justify her cheating on her husband? She’s a cheating whore and she deserves to be castrated!”
I said nothing but continued to watch the TV. Sheena then asked, “Are you denying that intercourse took place on stage that night?”
“Yes!” Jess said empathically. “I did not have sex with Gerry that night or any other for that matter.”
Sheena persisted, “Are you telling us then that no contact of a sexual nature took place?”
“No!” Jess replied then continued, “In the context of the Play, there was a lot of sexual contact, touching and kissing and so on. Look, one cannot simulate making love without some contact and the fact that we were both naked meant that such contact was unavoidable, but no actual penetration took place, if that answers your question?”
“Did he bring you to orgasm or were you really faking it?”
Now the questions were starting to get down to the nub of the matter and I watched intently as the camera panned onto my wife’s face once more. She looked agitated but, before she could answer, Sheena said, “We are taking a break at this point, we’ll be right back in a few moments to hear what Jessica has to say in reply!”
The loudmouth at the bar was spouting off once more and the barman had to tell him to put a sock in it or he was going to throw him out. He looked over at me and I watched the recognition dawn on him. He came over and said, “Shit man, I’m sorry about loudmouth, but he is in the midst of a pretty bad divorce action himself. You’ve got some hard decisions to make and soon, haven’t you?”
I nodded and said, “I guess how she answers the next few questions will determine how I move on from here.”
He left me as the show restarted after the commercial break and I watched as how effortlessly Sheena restarted the conversation with Jess and reiterated her question. Jess must have had time to consider her response during the break as she was more composed as she admitted that she had been close to orgasm during the scene, but she added, “I think I may have had some sort of peak towards the end, but even in the heat of action some part of me was aware that my husband was standing there in the wings watching me and that simple fact stymied my selfish desires.”
“What about Gerry, did he ejaculate? Or was it just an act as well!” Sheena demanded.
Now that was a good question and one that I wanted the answer to as well.
Jess hung her head down and started to sob a little. Then, as if suddenly she came to a decision and lifted her head up, teary eyed and looking right into the camera said, “Yes. Yes he did.”
She paused and still looking directly at the camera, said, “I can see why my husband refuses to believe me and I want to take this opportunity to plead with him to come home and talk with me. He is the love of my life and I wish I had never persuaded him to do that play! I can’t deny that I was attracted to Gerry, he is young, fit and very handsome. You tell me what woman wouldn’t be tempted especially in a situation like I found myself in, but I want to stop all the speculation regarding this and plead with him to come home. If you’re watching this Tom, please don’t give up on us without trying to fight for us and our marriage!”
The barman came over and stood beside me and said, “Well did you get your answers?”
When I simply nodded in response, he went on, “I have been married and divorced and can tell you this, if you divorce that woman, it will be the biggest mistake of your life! Do you have any idea just how hard it must have been for her to go on TV and face up to her mistakes? She’s fighting for her marriage and in the final analysis she must love you very much to bare her soul in front of millions of people. Sure she made mistakes, but so did you. You know better than I, what opportunities, if any, you had to prevent what happened or nearly happened. She’s right in one respect, it’s make up your mind time, whether it’s fight or flee, but I wouldn’t wait too long, she’s a fine looking woman and the hounds will be out sniffing around very soon.”
His insight matched my own and the next morning I started for home. I dropped the van off at the storage park and drove home not knowing what to expect. I had my phone switched on, but in the twelve hours it took me to drive home, it never once rang. I thought about ringing to let her know that I was on my way home, but was too nervous to try. After her little speech on the TV show I was fairly confident that she wanted to at least try and make our marriage work but to my dismay, when I turned into our street, a strange car was parked on my drive!
The house was in darkness and I didn’t recognise the car parked there, so I immediately for some reason I couldn’t identify, decided to drive straight on and park round the corner. I walked back and stood under the tree opposite our front door. I waited quite a long time, it was after midnight and the car was still parked in my drive. I decided to move things along and pulled out me mobile and rang my home number. It took a few rings before a rather testy Jess answered, “Yes! This is Jess and if you are a reporter please go away I have said all I’m going to say to the media.”
“Hi Jess, you said you wanted me to get in touch, so here I am. When would you like to get together and talk?” I responded.
“Alan! ” she practically screamed, so loud that he had to take the phone from his ear before she burst his eardrum!
“Where are you? When can you get back here?” she asked rather anxiously I thought.
“I can be with you in ten minutes and I’m really looking forward to trying to sort out this mess.” I replied with more than a little mischief in my voice.
“Ten minutes…?” I could hear the scramble taking place in the background and watched as the bedroom light suddenly illuminated the drive.
“Alan, please, I’m half asleep here and not really in no fit state to talk about us right at this moment. Why don’t you park up tonight and come over in the morning and we’ll talk then? I’ll be more receptive then than I am at the moment. I want the chance to tidy up and put my face on before we meet after this time apart. I want you to see me as if for the first time, so better you come over in the morning.” She said pleadingly.
Oh no you don’t, you don’t get off that easily I thought.
“Jess, I’ve seen you without makeup before and my memory’s still pretty good. I can remember exactly what you looked like the first time we met, so I don’t need any reminders. No! I’m nearly home now and I’m looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight with the woman I love!”
Changing position, I moved up the drive until I was standing just to the side of the front door just as the hall light came on! Then the front door opened and out stepped a man, still trying to fasten his trousers. Behind him was Jess, dressed in just a robe and clearly naked beneath it!
She was trying to push him out the door and I still couldn’t recognise him until he turned and faced the front, then I saw that it was Leo Bertram! Leo, of all people, he was the last one I thought she might hook up with.
He looked up and saw me waiting at the door waiting for him and he had the cheek to grin at me! Instinctively, I hit him as hard as I could with my right hand into his solar plexus and as his head and shoulders came down, I brought my knee up to meet his chin. The crack as his head hit the door frame was loud enough to hear in the next county, or so it sounded to me. Jess let out a scream and jumped at me to ward me off her lover. I simply pushed her to one side and entered my home and went into the lounge and sat down in my favourite chair. I noticed that Jess’s clothing was laying scattered over the floor and furniture as I waited for her to return. I could hear her helping him up and whispering for him to get the hell out of Dodge before I reconsidered my actions and decided my retribution had been insufficient. I heard his car start up and reverse off our drive and down the street.
The front door closed quietly and Jess entered the room. Jess had fastened her robe, but her breast swayed unrestricted as she walked towards me. She was composed, a fact that I found surprising, I had expected tears and expressions of regret.
She stood in front of me and said, “Well, now you finally have caught me out. I guess the next move is yours! I will just say this, I still love you and wish to remain your wife. I realise my actions may be unforgivable, Leo has been my lover for some time now. He was just a distraction to bring a little spice into my life. Sex between us over the last few years, well up until we started with this play, has been less than brilliant. The play was a catalyst that reignited our passions. Jealousy seems to get you aroused and our love making since we began, has been marvellous.”
Jess hesitated then and so did I. Part of me wanted to explode and call her of all sorts of names, but another part of me had to know the full extent of her betrayal.
“I love you or more accurately now, loved you! I don’t know if that’s enough anymore. I trusted you and now find that you have had a lover for years! Now I need to understand why? Before that though, I need you to tell me the truth about Gerry!” I demanded.
“OK the truth and nothing but the truth about Gerry and me.” She paused to gather her thoughts and started, “but first I need to give you the background and that involves Leo.”
Another pause while she looked to me for assent and began, “Leo and I were attracted to one another right from when we first joined the Dramatic Society. Attracted but never did anything about it, I promise you that. You and I were going through a rough patch and you were working all that overtime as well. I felt that was missing out and you were neglecting me when he made his move. I guess I was easy pickings for him. When he made the approach to get more intimate at last summer’s barbecue I didn’t turn him down. Since then, we have got together about once a month but only when you were out of town. I stopped seeing him when we started rehearsals as he was getting too demanding and wanted to start meeting at least once a week. I told him that was he was getting too serious about what was essentially a friends with benefits liaison “
“What the hell does that mean? Friends with benefits, you need to explain that one to me?” I thundered.
She shrank away from me, so loud and threatening was my demand and said firmly, “I’m sorry my love, but Leo has a bigger cock than you and he knows just how to use it too. You had been neglecting me and I was tempted to try something new, so I did and I found that I enjoyed it! It had to be when you were out of town, because after being with Leo, even you would have spotted the difference I felt so loose and used after a session with him, that there was no way that I could have kept it concealed from you if you had been at home. But as I said, he was becoming too demanding! He wanted me to be his personal slut. He even threatened to tell you all about us, but I thought he was bluffing. Now I wonder if the whole idea behind the play was just a set up to expose me for the slut I am!”
My head was spinning from these revelations, just who the fuck was I talking to? My wife that I loved and trusted implicitly was not this woman! A wife in whom I thought I had the partner for life was sitting there calmly confessing that she had cheated on me without any sign of remorse at all. But her last sentence begged the question, “What do mean just a set up?”
“When I told Leo we were finished and that I didn’t wish to continue seeing him. I wanted to try and get us back on track once more and had decided that acting the slut was not going to achieve anything, he was pretty angry. It was only a few days later that he came up with the idea for this play.”
Jess must have read the doubt in my eyes and continued quickly before I could interrupt, “Think about it Alan. I tell him it’s over and he dreams up a play that puts me in a situation that throws me into another man’s arms! He knew that I am susceptible in certain situations and made sure that Gerry got to take more and more liberties with me as the rehearsals progressed. In reality, he set me up to cheat on you and very publicly too!”
“What possible motive would Leo have for pushing you at another man?”
I was very sceptical about her accusation. Surely, a lover rejected would want to try and win her back, not push her into another affair?
“He wants to humiliate you! He’s insanely jealous of you. Can’t you see, you’re everything he’s not. Your successful in business and have many friends in high places in town. You also have me! He resents your innate superiority to him and wants to strike back at what he sees as your life of privilege that he cannot ever hope to achieve. By publicly humiliating you and embarrassing me in front of our friends and family, he gets even with us both!”
She never gave me a second to digest that fact before she continued, “Remember that dinner we had some weeks ago? You must remember it, it was the one where Leo, Gerry, Sonja and Jason were all at our house that evening. You went into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine and re-entered the room just as Leo was saying fat, bald and pussy……”
I recalled the night vividly because I had asked who they were talking about. Our three younger guests looked embarrassed at the conversation as they were shuffling around and none of them wanted to meet my eyes.
Leo said quickly, “We were discussing that MP that was on the box earlier expounding about this new proposed High Speed Rail Link. The Honourable George Jenkins MP. Well he’s the fat, bald person and I was just about to say he must be pussy whipped to try and defend its construction!”
I remembered us all laughing at that because not only was our MP bald and fat, he was also a blowhard and seeking any opportunity to get in front of the cameras. I accepted the explanation at the time and ignored the rather sheepish laughter that accompanied Leo’s explanation.
I nodded that I remembered the night and she continued, “It wasn’t George Jenkins he was talking about, it was you! Leo was trying to belittle you in front of his new protégés, something that he would not dare do to your face. It was the only real advantage he had over you. He is younger, leaner and more handsome, so he was using this to try and show them just how smart he was! I must confess, while you were out the room, he openly kissed me in front of them! I was furious with him, but he just casually dismissed me. The thing was is that he had made his point to the three of them and in the process revealed that I was his mistress!”
There didn’t seem to be much for me to say in response to that. I reflected that before the rehearsals had actually really started, they all knew that my wife was a slut and that I was a cuckold, did that change anything? Not really, I decided, but the incident did confirm that Jess had been lying to me for months and she was not just putting out for Leo, but took an active part in belittling me in front her lover.
Her whole explanation was driving me mad! She had admitted to another affair, that I had no inkling about and the mere fact that I could sit there calmly and analyse my emotions surprised me. Maybe the realisation hadn’t sunk in, but I dismissed that straight away, She still had not confirmed whether she had fucked Gerry onstage or not?. I knew she had cheated on me and still, she had yet to confirm whether she did or did not fuck Gerry on stage that last night! I needed her to answer that question before this conversation went any further.
“Jess, can you just answer the one question that I asked earlier, the one that you have avoided answering? Did you fuck Gerry that night on stage?”
She looked down at her feet and refused to meet my eye. I had my answer then when she looked up at me and said, “When we go into bed and could no longer find the props, Gerry told me to just remove my bra and panties. I tried to resist, but he had already unclasped my bra, so I did as he instructed and helped him take my panties off. Once we were naked and started simulating sex with me on top as usual. There was nothing between us to prevent him slipping me a length and when he entered me, to be honest, I didn’t want him to stop. So, yes, he fucked me. Right there on stage, in front of your eyes and the entire audience!”
“Did you come?”
“Yes, that night I didn’t need to fake it! I had one long orgasm that left me shuddering. I was still in the afterglow when you came on and started ranting at us.”
She paused for a moment then said, “I truly regret embarrassing you like that, but some of it wasn’t my fault!”
When I didn’t respond she whined “If our props had been where they should have been, I would never have let him do me!”
“Nevertheless, you did and as if that betrayal wasn’t enough you now admit that you have had an on-going affair over many months is the final straw! If I hadn’t come home tonight to find you entertaining Leo in our bed, would you have confessed any of this at all?”
She had the good grace not to deny it and replied, “Honestly? No I would never have confessed about Leo and probably not about allowing Gerry to do me as well. I would have stuck to the story that I told on TV and denied everything. I know this sounds trite and hypocritical of me, but I now realise that I have destroyed our marriage. I had hoped that if I could convince you with the lies about Gerry, we could still hold our marriage together and move on. Maybe if our sex life had been as satisfying as it has been during the play, I would never had felt the attraction of Leo and cheated! Who knows?”
There didn’t seem to be anything left to say after that, so I packed my things and left!
I handed in my resignation at work and they waived the mandatory three months notice period and allowed me to leave immediately. I had already split all our assets, she could have the house and remaining mortgage, I would take the caravan and call it quits. The money was never really a consideration, I had enough to tide me over and some job interviews in the pipeline. I was confident that I could find work somewhere fresh. The scandal of the play would eventually fade and I could find someone new to love. Our sons tried to get us to meet as a family and talk things out, they still saw us as a couple, but I refused to contemplate any reconciliation. Months later, I heard from Jimmy that Jess had married Leo and they now live in what used to be our family home. They deserve each other.
As for me, I have settled in a residential caravan park, by the sea. I have met someone new and it’s too early to say if it will develop any, but one lives in hope.