There Was Confusion

This will be my first real offering. My actual first was a gift to my SO when were in an online, long distance relationship. It was not my intent to make this as long as it became but I believe people now who say that a story and characters take on a life of their own.

This story was born from one I read a while ago where a man finds his wife in an adjoining room and gets excited about it. Well, that one didn't set well with me so I wanted to write what I believe would be a more believable reaction. It is fiction so there may be some improbable events. It is also likely to have elements of other stories in it, I've read a bunch so that is certainly understandable. I hope I've written the events in a way that, while similar to other stories will be unique here.

I have certainly provided my input on writing abilities, plot and character development and will humbly offer the same to you unless you post as anonymous. I am not a writer, I do not aspire to be an author, I simply had an idea I wanted to flesh out in story form so abusive comments will be giggled at but will garner no effect on my self-worth. I hope you enjoy.

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There was confusion...

Things were confusing...

I was confused...

I bolted upright in bed. I had no idea where I was and to tell the truth I was scared. As I settled down things began to clear and I started to remember where I was and what was going on. Recognizing the stereotypical desk, flat screen television, window and drapes the image of the room at the downtown Marriott began to take shape in my mind. There was still something wrong, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, but for now I felt more comfortable and that original confusion began to fade.

As my pulse slowed and the adrenalin ebbed I lay back down and reached for my wife. Immediately, the troublesome feeling that was still present spiked when my arm didn't find her lying next to me in the bed. I tried to ease my mind figuring that she had gone into the bathroom and did something that woke me accidentally.

We were both attending a set of summer workshops for teachers. I was hitting the secondary classes while my wife, Janice, was taking in ones meant for elementary teachers. We both teach in the same school district and have for the past six years. I've actually worked in the district for nine years, Janice started there three years later. I teach high school history and she is one of our third grade teachers.

This is an annual conference our district sends us to in order to be trained in ways to improve reading scores on our state tests. It's always nice to take a "vacation" on the district. Sure, there is a certain amount of our time spent in meeting rooms listening to experts, consultants and colleagues talk about the latest and greatest strategies but the evenings were ours and we took great advantage of them with dinner and dancing.

This was our last night and we would be heading home in the morning. Well, later in the morning anyway. We had a wonderful dinner at the local chophouse and spent the rest of the evening with people we knew at a nearby club. I'm sure you can imagine that drinks and dancing led to plenty of flirting but, as usual, everyone left with the one they were suppose to and we were in our room with enough energy to make love before submitting to sleep.

There didn't seem to be anything coming from the bathroom but I noticed that the door used for adjoining our room to the one next to us was slightly open. This seemed odd...beyond odd actually; it raised my anxiety to a whole new level.

I tried remembering who was in the room next to us. Sleep, confusion and that nagging suspicion kept me from thinking straight yet. I could discern sounds now, but they weren't coming from the bathroom. Voices in low conversation were coming from the door leading next door.

I quietly got out of bed and made my way toward the voices. When I got there I found our side to be nearly closed but the other side was wide open. I peered through the space between the door and frame and I could make out two figures near the bed.

I knew what I was going to see before I had arrived to the gap. It wasn't going to take a rocket scientist to know the basics of what was beyond that door. The lithe form of my naked wife was on the end of the bed with what was apparently the cock of the man from next door in her mouth as she rocked back and forth giving him a blowjob. There was enough light from a dim table lamp to see everything going on. Since my vantage was from near pitch black it was like looking into a room in full daylight. She gave good head, I'll admit to that. Although, I'm pretty sure I've had my last.

She was looking up at him while slowly moving him in and out of her mouth. She pulled back and there was a popping sound as she separated herself from his dick. I was numb...absolutely numb. I knew pissed off was not too far away but right now, in the heat of the moment I felt dead. As she pulled her head away she spoke to him.

"My God Sam, this has been an amazing three days."

What! Whatever was left of my mind reeled. Three days? THREE DAYS?!? What the hell kind of moron was I.

"Our lunch on Wednesday was amazing and missing those clinics on Thursday was so naughty. I think a couple of the staff members who are here from my school are curious about my absences but I know they don't suspect what I've been up to. Then, last night was unbelievable. With Keith in the next room you taking my ass was indescribable. I can't believe how turned on being bad has made me this week."

"If he can't keep you happy and satisfied then it has to fall on those of us who can to pick up the slack babe," Sam replied.

"Oh, don't kid yourself Sam. Keith does so much more than satisfy my needs and not simply the food, shelter and conveniences but in bed I can't imagine a better lover," Janice retorted.

I smiled for a nanosecond until I realized that what she is saying doesn't even come close to agreeing with what I'm seeing. The fog was beginning to lift and my anger began to boil.

"How can that be Janice? With the things we've done...are doing...how can you say he is satisfying you?" Sam asked.

"Look, we've fantasized about other things in our love life including people we'd do. For the most part fantasies were just that and it served to heat our passion, but I've been curious lately and I have to admit the naughtiness is more exciting than I could have imagined. Our time has been amazing and it ends tonight. I return home with Keith to be the most loving, adoring, and horny wife a man can desire. Keith will never want for attention for years to come and my guilt will feed that attention to the point of being his personal whore but for now I'm a slut...your slut...and we need to get busy before I have to return to my room to begin my self imposed penance," Janice concluded.

Sam wasn't a huge guy and I probably could have taken him easily, especially considering how much adrenaline my anger was inspiring. In fact, it was likely I would probably kill him. I am no angel and my emotions run wild at times. It's my gift and my curse. I knew myself and I was capable of murder without conscience, at least in the heat of the moment. I nearly gave into that temptation but somewhere in the back of my mind I held my ground. I can't say in hindsight that it was a good decision or bad one, what it did was keep me out of prison.

A quick plan was beginning to form in my mind and I figured I needed some important evidence that would help make sure people were able to believe my side of the story. I was thinking of where my phone or camera was when I noticed I was squeezing my phone in my right hand. Apparently, my subconscious knew what was going on or had a really good guess because I absentmindedly picked it up from the nightstand when I had approached the door.

Silence and stealth were the important aspects of successfully pulling off my plan. I did notice that while I had been seemingly trying to squeeze lemon juice out of my phone I had no sexual excitement whatsoever. Yes, we had shared fantasies and even talked about bringing another into our bed. We'd even talked about specific people for the fun of it that really made for some wild nights. This was so far from what I was now witnessing that it wasn't funny. Well, in reality I guess it wasn't funny in any fashion.

I set my phone for video recording and plied the door open a little more so I could get a full screen view. Janice had gone back to sucking the assholes dick and was really getting into it. He was beginning to moan and buck forward slightly, trying to get more cock into her mouth. Her eyes closed now as she worked to finished what she had recently interrupted. I had a good angle and the blowjob did nothing to hide who she was should someone she knew saw the video...and I was quite sure someone she knew would.

It wasn't long and he shot his load in her mouth. I wasn't worried about being caught because this is Janice's thing: get the guys first one out of the way and then she'd be guaranteed to have his full attention to work on her.

"Yes, lover. Just like that. Hmmmmm, such an artful tongue. Oh my God Sam, that's it, suck my clit," Janice quietly purred. She had laid back, opened her legs to him and pulled his head into her crotch.

"You taste like no one else, Janice, I swear you pussy is a true honey pot," Sam replied.

Okay I had enough and was literally ready to puke on the both of them right before wringing their necks with my bare hands. I had a record of both faces clear enough to identify, they had clearly named each other and been actively engaged in intimate sexual contact. It was time to get the hell out of there and let her know just exactly what her "secret" adventure was going to cost her.

Although not formally diagnosed, I have certain compulsions and one of them is to not waste time. Janice was willing to overlook many of my faults and this one usually made her chuckle, shake her head and sometimes walk away. One of my travelling compulsions was to be 99.99% packed the night before leaving a hotel. Tonight, that was going to serve me well.

Again, "stealth of the ninjas" was paramount. I won't go into the details but opening and closing doors silently was a specialty of mine. It takes a gentle hand and a great deal of patience to do it right but I'd had enough practice to be probably "burgularesque" about it.

I began with the door on our side. It helped that although they were quiet they totally into each other. I think the fact that this was their final scene led them to be sloppier than they had originally planned. I managed to get the door closed and the latch in place without their notice. I moved quickly on my side. Clothes were laid out for the next day, suitcases packed, laptops and literature we'd gathered were secured in our travel bags and only bare essential toiletries were around the sink.

I dressed myself quickly and secured anything loose in my bag. I gathered her travel clothes and packed them along with her personal bathroom items. The travel bags fit on top of the rolling suitcases so, while awkward, I could manage both bags at the same time. I didn't now her timetable but I did want to be done long before they were. I did a quick final check and moved the bags toward the door.

Anyone who has stayed in a hotel can imagine how hard this next part was. Doors in hotels are notoriously noisy. Perhaps they do it on purpose for safety sake, perhaps hotels don't give a rat's ass on the noise level of their doors but I knew I'd have to be good AND lucky to pull the next part off. I quietly turned the door handle and unlatched the safety bars and deadbolt. Quiet enough. I ever so slowly opened the door and set one case in front of it. Rolling the other into the hall I went back into the room and removed all of the towel and bedding, taking them down the hall and dropping them off in the vending area. I knew that she could easily take something from Sam to dress in but I was going to do everything I could to inconvenience her and let her know that I knew about her infidelity. She was going to know I was pissed beyond reason.

Still moving as quickly as I could in "stealth mode" I returned to my room (my not our...how quickly our minds can adapt) and set about the hardest part of the plan. I moved the second set of bags into the hall and allowed the door to move closed. This would be tricky and I'm not really sure how I succeeded but I managed to use the key before it closed to turn the outer handle and keep the latch from clanging shut and giving me away. Like I said, more than a little luck was involved but apparently I was owed some Karma on behalf of my wife's cheating.

Once that was done it was a simple matter of getting down to the front desk, informing the night clerk there was an emergency that was calling my wife and I back much earlier than expected and could he check us out of our room right now. I told him my wife had already gone outside and was on the phone to family. I gave him both keys to the room, rolled the bags out the front door, loaded the car and began the long drive home.

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I know that if I had driven straight through from Seattle to Miami, stopping only for quick naps at rest areas it still wouldn't have felt as long as the six hours I drove to get home that morning.

Home. What a joke. It wasn't home anymore. I'm not sure it was even a house. It was an abode or a dwelling. It was little more than a roof to keep me warm and dry; a safe place to store my stuff. My stuff. Again, I noticed that I'm already thinking as a single man instead of a husband or partner. That made me sad and angry all over again.

The loneliness on that solitary drive was amplified by the fact that it began about 3:00 am. In hindsight, I'm absolutely sure it was a good thing I left early because I remember absolutely nothing about the first two hours of the drive outside of my mind working to get around what I woke up to earlier. Another saving grace of my emotional state was to miss out on the potentially massive hangover I'd have had otherwise. Right now I'd take that hangover because it would have meant I'd either still be in the dark or she'd have been faithful, in which case we would have woken up later, had a nice breakfast, shared the driving duties and share what we had learned over the course of the week.

The sun was rising and my mind was still in a haze. I needed to eat and desperately needed some coffee to keep me going so I began to watch signs for an exit with fast food restaurants. My iPhone had an app showing what's at upcoming exits on the interstate. I knew this route well enough to know where exits would be but not what is available at each one.

I hadn't powered down my phone but was surprised to see three missed phone calls and at least a half dozen messages from numbers I didn't recognize. I hadn't heard it signal either which made me realize just how out of it I had been during the drive. Another reason I needed to get off and get myself together. As I began to focus on the present I knew that the message and missed calls were from Janice. She had to be using the asshole's personal and hotel room phone to try and contact me. I deleted the missed calls and voice mails. I had no interest in talking to her, after all part of my plan was to leave her as high and dry in the hotel with her new fuck bud. I read only as much of the text messages as it took to delete them. "Keith, where are you? Please call..." Yeah right, not anytime soon if I could help it.

I did stop and get something to eat and drink, stretch my legs and use the restroom. The quicker I put distance between us the better I'd be. Well, at least that what I kept telling myself.

Why...Why...WHY? This haunted me. I'm not the easiest person to live with. I know that. So did she. I'm a workaholic and dedicated to be the best teacher that I could be for my students. Janice had a similar drive too; at least that's what she told me and the way I saw her work in the classroom. The reason we didn't have kids yet was her desire to establish a position in the district and the fact that we were dedicated to the students we often referred to as our "kids."

I'm also too trusting...to a fault. But it is an all or nothing feeling. I trust until someone proves that I cannot do so anymore and then it's fully lost. I don't make assumptions in regard to how I view the way others act, it is a clean slate until it's broken then its no slate at all.

That's where we are now and Janice has to know it. She's seen it with my relationship among the administration, faculty and some students. Those that have lied to me or otherwise purposefully mislead me would never be trusted again. I'm not talking about accidental mistakes but I am honest and I expect others to be as well. I am faithful and I profoundly expect my wife to do so as well.

Janice is my first wife but not my first long term serious relationship. I had a girlfriend in high school and we had dated since Homecoming of our sophomore year. By the time we were approaching graduation we were inseparable. One of the few things we differed on was where we were going to college. I was staying a local by attending the nearby state college. It was not considered our family's college of choice but I did have several family members that had attended and I absolutely loved the town it was in. She was going to study business out of state. We both had great grades and test scores; we simply didn't respect each other's choice of schools. Well maybe it wasn't a lack of respect but a difference in priorities. It is safe to say that being in college and that far from each other was going to make our relationship hard to maintain. In the long run she did fail first but I knew it wasn't going to work. We agreed that we would break things off until we were done with college and see if we wanted to renew...we didn't, and both knew it at the time.

I had a few short-term steady girls in college but we all knew that's not what we were there for, especially in the first three years. In my senior year I met Charlie, Charelene on her birth certificate, who was a theater major. Almost from the first moment we met we were comfortable in each other's company. She even got me to take a bit part in one of the plays that year and I learned that performing on stage was similar to teaching in a classroom. I learned several skills that served me well as a high school social studies teacher from a personal confidence in front of a group to being able to play act to help explain the point I wanted to put across to the students.

We graduated and found jobs in the same urban area where we could rent a condo and work on our careers and post college relationship. She didn't possess a superstar or model type of gorgeous but she was pretty in one of those stereotypical "girl next door" kind of ways. She was able to garner some nice commercial time for local companies and considered some work in one of the local television news companies. For about six months she began to get quiet and antsy. I didn't think she was fooling around but I knew something was bothering her. We had talked about making our commitment permanent but we both had determined that we weren't quite ready yet. I tried to subtly try to get to tell me what was wrong but I simply couldn't get her to open up.

I had come home a little late from a particularly long week at school. When I entered the condo I noticed immediately several boxes and a suitcase in the foyer. Walking into the living room I notice Charlie was sitting on the couch and she looked uncomfortable. She noticed me immediately and gave a slight smile and asked me to sit with her. I really didn't feel like she was someone that would play around on me even if we hadn't publically committed ourselves to fidelity.