After reading what my ex-husband has written in his version of our story, I thought that it was time that I write my own version. Thanks to computers, I have half a chance at making this look good.
I am 5'5" and weigh approximately 110 lbs. I have shoulder length Auburn hair. My measurements at the time of this story were 34-28-34. I always told my husband that I was a B cup, but in reality I was an A cup.
I was fairly certain that my husband Mack was having an affair. I had no idea that it was happening until after my sister had left to return to Arizona. She had been taking care of the children and I after I broke my leg in a motorcycle accident.
Instead of him staying home in the evenings, he would get on his motorcycle and ride until late. Sometimes not coming home until early morning.
When I would ask him where he was, he would just say, "I was riding!"
He forgot that I did all the laundry. I found stains, and lipstick traces in his under-shorts. I think that was strong enough evidence to support my assumption.
Mack came home one night after work and informed me that it was necessary for him to go South again to teach the "Weekend Warriors" (Reservists) This was to occur on the following weekend.
He had done this several times that year so one more time didn't seem excessive or suspicious. Besides I always saw a copy of the orders that sent him TAD (temporary additional duty). They appeared to be genuine.
He also told me that he would be leaving the car at home with me incase of an emergency. I felt that he was being very nice in doing so.
He informed me that he would be traveling with a fellow instructor. He and Judy, his little slut, had made arrangements to ride along with another instructor and his wife.
Mack left on Friday evening and was not due to return until late Sunday evening. He had done as he had offered and left the car with me.
Sunday morning, after I had had my coffee and got the children dressed I heard a knock on the door. I went to the door. There stood Dave one of Mack's fellow instructors at the base.
He asked, "Is Mack home?"
I said, "No Dave, he went down south to teach the weekend warriors again."
"Well I thought that he was home. I wanted him to go play pool with me."
"Well Dave, he won't be home until this evening. Would you like a cup of coffee? I just made a new pot and I know that I won't drink it all. You are welcome to have some with me."
With that Dave came in and I got him a mug from the cupboard. I poured it full, set it down on the kitchen table, and invited him to have a seat.
I can not remember precisely how we got on the subject of Mack and Judy's infidelity, but the conversation took a turn in that direction. When Dave informed me that he was fairly certain that Judy had gone with Mack that weekend, I lost it.
I lit a cigarette and began puffing on it with the ferocity that only a woman who was now faced with the certainty that her man was cheating on her can do. Dave then offered an old cliche that I had heard many times as a child.
Dave said, "Whatever is good for the gander is good for the goose."
I wasn't about to just roll into bed with someone without solid proof of some kind that he truly was cheating on me.
I asked Dave, if he wouldn't mind, to take me by Judy's apartment to see if she was home. Dave drove his car and took me and the children to the town where she lived.
We found her car parked in front of her apartment. But when we knocked at the door, there was no answer.
We went back to Mack and my house and I brought out some "Boones Farm Strawberry Hill Wine" which was my favorite drink. I got a beer for Dave and we sat discussing what I should do for quiet some time and several drinks.
It was very obvious to me what Dave wanted me to do about it, because at every opportunity Dave was offering to be of any assistance to me, in any way he could. Finally I made a decision.
I said, "Dave, we need to take the kids to a babysitter and then I will decide what to do from there."
Dave's eyes grew large as he could envision his fantasy becoming a reality. We took the children over to some mutual friends' house and then I begged Dave to go by Judy's apartment one more time.
Dave was reluctant because he was not truly sure if she had gone with my husband that weekend. He knew that if I found her at home, his chance to get inside my pants would be greatly reduced.
But when we got to Judy's apartment, we found things to be the same as we had discovered earlier. Her car had not moved from the spot where it had been parked and there was no answer at the door.
Perhaps now would be a good time to tell you what Dave looked like. He was 6'2" and about 235 lbs. He had dark brown hair that was receding somewhat from his forehead. His chest hair stuck out of the top of his shirt. He was fairly good looking and available for me.
As we drove away from Judy's, I was torn. The realization flooded in that my husband was in fact cheating on me with that little slut and I wanted revenge. I then turned to Dave and asked him what his wife would think if she were to find out that he had been fucking another woman?
Dave said, "She would probably rip my balls off and feed them to me for supper."
He then went on trying to dispel any bad conclusions that I might have drawn from his very truthful wording to my question.
"Shari, I told you that I would help you in anyway that I can, and I mean that sincerely. Should you decide that you would like to seek your revenge by taking me to bed with you. I feel that you should know that I have had a vasectomy, so there is no danger of pregnancy."
"That's why they make rubbers too Dave. I am not totally naive." I said. "You're no different than Mack? You both want to get into some woman's panties."
"I guess you could put it that way, but at the same time I would be helping you to get even with him. Besides I owe him for a few things myself."
"Who's going to help your wife get even with you?" I asked with a smirk.
We had exited the town streets and out onto the main road. It was a four-lane highway. I had been sitting quietly considering my predicament. Suddenly my attention focused on a thought of Dave's penis.
I began to wonder what it was like. I began being turned on by the idea of a man, not my husband putting his penis in my vagina.
I was both furious at my husband, and extremely curious about the prospect seated on the opposite side of the car. It then occurred to me that if I was going to let this happen, I was going to have to get it started.
I scooted over onto the console that separated the seats and took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. Dave looked surprised but happy about his luck.