Our dinner was nice. We rarely had this time together, so being just the two of us was special. Colleen seemed nervous as we waited for dessert and coffee and declared, “I need the ladies. I’ll be right back.”
I smiled as I watched my sexy wife of fourteen years walk away. Her hips swayed as she went, and I had a slight tingle in my pants. We have experienced a dry spell recently due to Colleen’s work schedule and my small battle with ED. The doctor had recommended the little blue pill. I had tested it a few times, watched a sexy video I found online, and I was fully functional again. I hope tonight might begin the rebirth of our active sex life like it had been until a year ago before suddenly, work, family, and health seemed to get in the way very quickly.
I never really understood what happened, but sex wasn’t on the menu very often, and Colleen didn’t seem interested when it was. We went through the motions, but I was never sure if I satisfied her or if Colleen was faking it for my benefit. To her credit, Colleen always made sure I was taken care of, well spent, and breathing hard when we finished. Then she just rolled over and went to sleep. There was no afterglow of affection, which seemed odd to me.
I love my wife, and like most men, I would do anything for her, but Colleen seemed to be growing a bit more distant from me and the children. Colleen had even hired a nanny, Sue Beal, to attend to me and the children. I didn’t object. Sue became a part of the family. I could talk to her in my wife’s absence, especially on the more frequent nights Colleen was late at work or when she had traveled to the main office in San Francisco for a week, a couple of times over the past months.
Colleen was now busy at work after her promotion from executive assistant to the Senior VP of Sales for the Eastern USA a little over a year ago. This was much more than a clerical position. Colleen managed her boss's whole life in business and much of his personal life. Michael Cohn, her boss, depended on her for everything. When he traveled, sometimes, Colleen was required to go with him. She had been on the bi-monthly trips to the corporate office in San Francisco twice now.
Colleen was Michael’s shadow, confidant, sounding board, and co-strategist, ensuring she captured every important word said or presented at each meeting. Colleen was indispensable to Michael. I often wondered how he got along without her before. I had begun to wonder just how close they had become. Colleen always talked, texted, and emailed him, communicating with him even more than me when we were in the same room and Michael was elsewhere.
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I looked up from a message on my phone that confused me just as Colleen arrived back at the table. I smiled at her, and once she sat down, the waiter brought our chocolate cheesecake dessert. It was our favorite, and we always shared it on our special nights out.
I looked at Colleen, wondering what was in her head right now. The text message I had just read was alarming. It was from one of her coworkers and a good friend of mine. I knew Belinda before I met Colleen. We were friends long before they began to work together. Belinda and I even dated in high school and a few times in college, but she fell in love and married Martin Styles. They have been happily married for nearly twenty years now. All this time, we have stayed connected and seen each other socially often, up until last year after Colleen’s promotion.
I never understood what had happened, but our communication stopped abruptly a few months later. When I questioned Belinda, she blew it off due to family pressures with Martin and their four children. I bought it because, without Sue, it would be hell at our house as well, having three little ones under twelve, what a challenge.
It had been months since Belinda had texted me, so why tonight? I had my answer once I opened the message and was greeted with a disturbing picture. Colleen was in a close embrace and what looked to be a passionate kiss with Michael, her boss. The caption, “So sorry but I had to tell you, call me if you want more information. I know almost everything. I hoped it would stop, but it hasn’t, so you need to know. I am so sorry!”
I am sure my look changed after I saw the picture, “Honey, are you OK? You look troubled?” Colleen asked.
I snapped back and smiled, “No, sorry, it's nothing, a work message. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” I never lied to Colleen, so saying that was hard. I wondered how many lies she had told me in the last year. I realized then that any hope of an intimate evening was over. After the message, I could never get hard, even if I ate a whole bottle of blue pills.
I forced myself to be civil as we finished our dessert and had coffee.
Then the mood changed, and Colleen reached across the table and took my hand. I thought this was odd, and a sudden fear spread over me. It must have shown on my face. Colleen pulled her hand back and looked at me. “Honey, what is the matter? You look terrible?”
I opened the picture, laid my phone on the table, and ran to the men’s room to vomit.
I was gone fifteen minutes or so, and when I came back, Colleen was gone. There was a note on the back of the dinner check that she had paid. “I am sorry. Please come home so we can talk!”
I picked up the receipt and walked out, not planning on going home. It was only 8:30 p.m., so I sat in my car in the parking lot and texted Belinda.
My text: “Belinda, thank you for your text. It's shocking. Do you have time to talk to me? Would it be possible for us to get together now and talk about what is going on? I know it is late, but as you can imagine, I need to know what you know.”
I waited but got no immediate response, so I left for home. A couple of blocks passed by when my phone buzzed. I pulled over and opened the text. There was another picture of the sweet couple kissing as they danced with Michael's hands cupping Colleen’s ass cheeks, pulling her tight against his thigh, wedged between her legs. They were clearly practicing fucking each other. The caption, “Yes, come over now. Martin knows what I know, so maybe we can help.”
My text: “On my way.”
I pulled into Belinda’s driveway, and she and Martin were at the door waiting for me. She hugged me, and Martin gave me a shake. There were sad looks on their faces.
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When I returned from the lady's room, I saw Franklin looking at his phone. When he looked up, he had a very distressed look on his face, but then he smiled as I sat down. Our favorite dessert, chocolate cheesecake, arrived. We always have it when we go out for a special dinner. Tonight’s dinner was supposed to be special but not in our normal way. I had to tell Franklin something that was going to change everything.
As we finished our dessert, I reached out and took his hand. Suddenly, there was that odd look on Franklin’s face again. It was a look of anger and confusion I had never seen before. I pulled my hand back. The look concerned me. He had just read his phone, and now this look, Oh God, could he know?
I asked, “Franklin honey, are you OK? You look troubled?”
Franklin looked at me, opened something on his phone, and pushed it before me. He stood and quickly went toward the men’s room.
I was stunned at his behavior, and then I looked down at his phone on the table, and my heart sank. Oh My God, he knows! There was a picture of Michael and me kissing.
Oh Fuck, I am caught! I panicked and ran to the ladies' room.
I called Michael for reinforcement and courage to prepare to talk to Franklin about my impending move to San Francisco. Michael was to be promoted to Vice President of International Sales the next month and was moving to California. I was planning to go with him.
There was also more to it than that. I wanted to maintain my sexual relationship with Michael, which started shortly after I began working for him. But I did not want to divorce Franklin. I wanted an open marriage, allowing Franklin to pursue other women.
Franklin was an independent accountant with a successful practice serving businesses nationwide. He works from his home office so we can maintain our family and relocate to California at the company's expense. They will purchase us a comparable home, and our lives will continue.
I have been a terrible wife and mother since the affair started. I would rededicate myself to Franklin and the family, limiting my time with Michael to late nights at work and travel we would have to do nationally and internationally.
But now, that was all out the window. I had been caught cheating, and Franklin would learn the ugly truth from Belinda, and we would be through. Franklin will destroy Michael and me. He will divorce me and execute the prenuptial agreement, leaving me almost nothing. Knowing Franklin, once he learns the severity of the cheating, he will sue the company and Michael. The company will settle, and Michael and I will be terminated as part of the settlement.
I wrote a note for Franklin and ordered an Uber. I called Michael.
“How did it go?”
“It didn’t. He knew about us before I could even start to talk with him. Belinda sent him a picture of us kissing that night we went out for drinks. I didn’t know she took pictures. We are fucking dead, Michael. Franklin will destroy us!”
There was silence on the phone. Then it went dead. What the hell, did Michael hang up on me?
My Uber arrived, and as we drove off, I called him again, straight to voice mail. Fuck is he abandoning me trying to save his ass. God Damnit!
I was panicking now. What was going to happen?
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Martin poured me a glass of good Scotch, and we sat down.
“OK, Belinda, tell me all of it. I need every detail. Do you mind if I record it? I need it all, and my brain is not working very well right now.”
“Sure, it is not a pretty story. Franklin, I have known you for years. We even dated before. I am ashamed I have not told you sooner. Please forgive me.”
“It’s OK. I have thought things weren’t right for a year now, but to be honest, I was afraid to bring it up, so I let it go. Tonight, I thought we were getting back on track, but I guess not.”
“Franklin, prepare yourself. This is going to be ugly for you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, please go on, tell me everything.”
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“Franklin, a little over a year ago, I was promoted to personal assistant to Timothy Rails, the COO of Eastern Operations. He is in charge of everything that happens in the Eastern Division. Everyone reports to Tim.”
“A few months later, I was in a planning meeting, and the decision was made to give Michael a permanent personal assistant since he was promoted to Sr. VP. The list of candidates was small, only three ladies. Each lady was interviewed, and Michael’s choice was Colleen.
Fast forward a month, and we all went out for a birthday drink for Tim at a bar they like. There were eight of us there, all on senior staff. We had a nice time. We drank, had some snacks, and did a little dancing. I noticed that night that Colleen and Michael had moved away from the group to be a little more private. I probably would not have noticed if I hadn’t known she was your wife. I watched them carefully and saw them dancing a little close, so I took a picture. That is the first picture I sent you. Then, just before we left, I caught them dancing even closer. If they had been naked, they would have been fucking right there. It was crowded, so no one paid attention but me. I took the second picture I sent you and several more I’ll send you if you want them.”
“I also noticed that Colleen had ridden to the bar with Michael, so they left together. God knows what they did after they left the bar. Do you remember if she got home late, like 11:00 p.m.?”
I thought, “Yes, I remember Colleen coming home late that night. I was watching the news. She said everyone had so much fun that time got away from her. Then she went to shower, which she never had done before.”
“Well, Franklin, we left the bar at 8:30 p.m. that night.”
“Ok then, that may have been the first lie Colleen told me, or maybe the tenth or hundredth. Who knows?” I said, disgusted with this realization.
“OK, let’s skip forward two months. Michael had to make a trip to San Francisco. Colleen went with him. It was their first trip together. I made all the travel plans, flights, and hotels. Michael insisted that Colleen fly first class with him. The hotel reservations were made, and I intentionally put them in separate rooms several floors apart. I confirmed that with the hotel directly. But on the second day, I got an email from the hotel alerting me to a reservation change. They canceled Colleen's room, keeping Michaels. I knew then that for sure they were sleeping together. I am so sorry. I should have told you right then, but I didn’t. I was shocked they were so blatant about it by canceling Colleen's room.”
“I rarely saw anything happen in the office. But over the month after their trip together, Colleen was in Michael's office a couple of times for a long time, and when she came out, she was a little flushed, and her clothes were a little skewed.”
“After the third time that happened, I went to security, got the CCTV discs for those dates, and copied them to capture what had gone on. Franklin, I am not sure you want to see those videos, but I have them if you want. Up until yesterday, there were nine times.”
“After I got the videos yesterday, I returned to a few other longer meetings. There was no sex, but the conversation was not good. They were planning how Colleen would be offered a better-paying position working under Michael, sorry, no pun intended, in California. Colleen initially balked at that, but after Michael sweetened the deal with a new house paid for by the company, Colleen agreed. Then they planned how she was going to tell you. That day was the first time that Michael called you Colleen’s cuckold. Collene screamed at him and slapped him hard, storming out of his office.”
“I did not see them talking about anything but business for a few days, then they were on each other again the next day, and they planned out your talk for tonight. What was supposed to happen was that you two would go to dinner, and after you had a good dinner with a lot of wine and dessert, Colleen would tell you about her promotion opportunity. She would take you home and discuss it after she fucked you to death. Then she was going to wake you up in the night, sucking your cock and fuck you again, then again in the morning. She would apologize for how slack a wife and mother she had been and promise to improve. Then, later on Saturday, she would fuck you again and tell you about her relationship with Michael and the open marriage she wanted so she could fuck Michael. Then she was going to fuck you again once you agreed.”
“It was strange that Colleen thought you would simply go along with everything. You would not be angry about their affair. You would agree to an open marriage. Then, life would go on as if this were all completely normal. I know you, Franklin, and there was no way you would roll over and let them walk on you like they planned. You would never knowingly be Colleen’s or anyone’s cuckold.”
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After Belinda finished, I was shocked at the blatant plan that Colleen and Michale had concocted. I looked at both Martin and her. “You are damn right on everything; I would never lay down for them. Thank you, I have enough evidence now. Can I have copies of the videos, please?”
Belinda reached out, handing me a thumb drive. “It is all on there, videos of them fucking and the conversations about the plan, all of it. I am so sorry this is happening to you, Franklin. You are a good man and don’t deserve this; nobody does. What are you going to do?”
“Belinda, I am going home to my wife. I am going to take her up on her night of sex and blow jobs; then tomorrow, when she is cringing with fear, I am going to grant her wish. If she wants an open marriage, she can have a wide-open one without bothering about me or her children. I will send her off to San Francisco with an ironclad divorce, and after I execute the Prenuptial Agreement, she signed fourteen years ago, she will leave with almost nothing.”
Then, once the divorce is filed and she and Michael are in California together, I will sue the company for $20 million for allowing their affair to go on. I will demand that they both be terminated. I will also sue Michael for Alienation of Affection for $10,000,000 and ruin him. I am going to leave them both high and dry in California.
“Then I will find a suitable mother for my children and marry her, and life will go on.”
“While this is all happening, I will be the doting father to my children and a sad and destroyed man behind closed doors.”
“Belinda, I want to thank you for telling me everything. I forgive you for keeping it to yourself for so long. It is probably better this way.”
I stood and walked to the door. “Please keep this quiet; you know nothing of my plans until I need you to talk to the attorneys.”
“Yes, Franklin, mum is the word,” as Belinda zipped her mouth closed.
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I got in my car and sat in their driveway for a few minutes, thinking of the text I needed to send. I finally had the message worked out and typed it out.
My text: “Colleen, be in bed naked, playing with your pussy thinking about what I will do to you when I arrive home!” I pressed send and pulled out, driving fifteen minutes home.
I didn’t know if Colleen was at home, if she was with Michael, or if Michael had stupidly come to our home. That would not be good for him.
I arrived and saw a flickering light in our bedroom window; I wondered if Colleen was waiting for me as I had instructed.
I pulled into the garage. I walked into the house, directly to my office. I opened my safe and took out the old Smith and Wesson 32 caliber revolver my granddaddy gave me when I was twelve. I loaded two bullets and set the cylinder in the right position, one no-fire, then two shots if needed.
I removed my clothes and walked naked up the steps to my bedroom with the gun hanging at my side. I pushed open the door to the bedroom and saw Colleen curled in a ball with her hand between her legs.
“Colleen, lay straight out, exposing your body to me,” I demanded with fury.
Colleen looked at me, and her eyes got big. Even in the dim light, I could see the whites of her eyes as she saw what I was holding.
“Oh God, Franklin, you have a gun; what are you going to do?” There was panic in her voice.
I walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. “My first thought was that I should shoot you, then drive to Michael's condo and shoot him through the door as he answered it and be done with the two of you. But then I thought about our children, the three little ones we so lovingly made together, that you no longer care about and have pawned off on our wonderful nanny, so you could go off and fuck Michael. But I love them so much I could not leave them without at least one parent. They would be marred for life, and I could not do that to them.”
“I thought about another alternative, ending my own life. Colleen, it is clear that you no longer love me and are willing to discard me and our family to move to California to be with Michael. So, I assume it would not bother you if I were dead. It would be much easier for you. As for me, I would not have to live with the pain you have inflicted on me and the pain I will feel every minute of every day when I love and care for our children, whom you have abandoned, as they remind me that you are fucking another man now and that you no longer care about them.
Colleen sat up and looked at me. “Franklin, what are you talking about? I am not leaving you. I love you and our children. I declined the job in California and resigned tonight after leaving the restaurant. I have made a huge mistake, not thinking about things correctly. Uber took me from the restaurant to our pastor's house. I gave him a complete confession and begged God’s forgiveness as I beg of you now. I know that will not resolve our issues, but I feel now that I can be completely honest with you so we can hopefully work out our problems.”
I was surprised by Colleen's statement.
“First off, Colleen, I was unaware that we had problems other than you had forsaken me for another man. That is a big problem, but only you knew that was a problem until tonight. So, what other problems are you referring to?
Colleen sat stunned with no answer.
“What is your answer? Tell me one problem that we have we are not working on or have resolved.”
Colleen began to cry.
“Stop crying. Since you cannot answer me, I assume we have no unresolved problems except for Michael. Yes, he is a big problem. Your problem, not mine.”
“Colleen, you are my problem, and I have a possible solution for my problem.
So, Colleen, since you planned to tell me you were moving to California with Michael. And that the kids and I could tag along if we wanted to, and I would be your cuckold for you and your lover. Please tell me what changed your plans from the beginning of dinner to the end?”
Colleen was stunned again. “How do you know that was what I was planning?”
“Well, Colleen, I have friends that look out for me and care for me much more than you do. They told me everything. I have heard every word. I have seen the videos of you and Michael fucking and planning in his office. I have seen you suck his cock and Michael fucking you over his desk and on his sofa. I have seen you ride his cock as he sits in his big stuffed chair. I know about the San Francisco trip, when you moved into his room for the week, fucking him as much as possible. All the while, you were lying to me on every call, telling me how much you loved me and the kids and missed us. That was all complete bullshit. All you wanted to do was to get off the phone and fuck Michael again.”
Colleen fell over on the bed and began to sob.
I watched her and felt nothing but disgust. Somehow, I do still love this woman. That has not changed, even though I know about the massive betrayal she was planning. But for some reason, she has come to her senses and seems to have corrected her direction.
“Colleen, stop crying! I will leave this house and may never return except to take my children away from their cheating, slut mother. So, sit up now. No more tears. You were caught, so be a big girl and admit it.”
Colleen sat up, sniveling, and wiped her eyes. “It is 10:40 p.m. You have until 11:00 p.m. to tell me the whole story leaving out NOTHING, or I will walk out of this house and divorce you on Monday, leaving you to your fucking boyfriend if I don’t kill him before then.
“Start now. Hand me your phone first.” It was lying on the bedside table.
Colleen looked at me. “What do you want it for?”
“I have never read your phone before. I never had a reason to, but now I do. I am going to read your message string with Michael while you tell me the story.”
“No, Franklin, don’t do that. Please.”
“Sorry dear, you lost all consideration from me. I am doing as I please now that you don’t fucking care about me. Get started. You have only eighteen minutes left.”
For the next fifteen minutes, Colleen rolled out her story about how it all started that night at the bar and went wild after that. She couldn’t really explain why it happened, but she was caught up in the clamor of being important in the company and Michael’s eyes. Colleen admitted that he was a good lover, though all he did was fuck her making her cum, and he never made love to her like I do. She also loved the animal sex they had and being handled rougher than I am with her.
Colleen wondered why we were never like that with each other. I was always so polite and made sure that she was satisfied. Then Colleen started to cry again when she admitted that she purposely stopped having sex with me when my ED worsened, and Michael's cock was always hard for her. Michael was not bigger than me, so that was not it. Colleen promised there was no love felt for Michael, that she only loved me, and it was just incredibly good sex.
Colleen said she thought I had lost interest in her, so my cock would not harden. Even after the doctor explained it to us, she still had that feeling. She never thought it was her fault, but it was all mine.
The whole California thing was like a fairytale. Going off to a foreign land with a man Colleen loved to fuck, who was starting to like her. Colleen was not sure, but her feelings were changing a little. Then, there was a new, bigger corporate job, and the thought of freedom was intoxicating. Michael milked it and convinced Colleen that I would go along with her idea since we would still be together. Colleen would cuckold me with Michael, and I would be happy to get her back after Michael fucked her and used her often. Then, I would happily reclaim my wife, and she would have the best of both worlds.
Colleen admitted that she really thought I loved her so much that I would go along with the open marriage idea and move to San Francisco to a free house. She never considered that I would reject the idea and revolt against her. That shocked her.
Colleen was shocked back to reality when she saw the picture and knew that I knew she had cheated. That crushed her, and when I ran into the men’s room, leaving her sitting there not knowing what to do, she finally had a revelation that she had totally fucked up! That is when fear overtook her, and she bolted, afraid of what I might do when I returned to the table.
Colleen admitted that she called Michael, and he hung up, shocking her. Michael would not answer his phone or even text her. Complete silence. That is when Collene realized she meant nothing to him and was now a possible liability.
Colleen felt completely lost, trapped in her cheater's world without escape. Then, I didn’t come home right away. An hour and a half later, while she was panicking, my text arrived, and she did what I told her to do.