My phone dinged…

It was a text from my husband. I was washing dishes, so I let it go until I was done. I had finished making his favorite dinner, handmade Swedish meatballs with noodles and string beans.

Tonight is the thirteenth anniversary of our first date. It was the first day of our wonderful life together, so we always celebrated the day each year. It was just the two of us, and the kids were sleeping over at my sister's.

I decorated our bedroom with candles and incense for our thirteenth-anniversary celebration and bought new silk sheets for the bed. Everything looked perfect. All I needed to do was prepare myself for Danny, and I had a couple of surprises for him. I will make it a fantastic night of love and passion for us.

I washed the dishes, dried my hands, and picked up my phone. Standing at the kitchen island, sipping my glass of red wine, I opened Danny's text.

Dan’s text: “Anne, I saw you this afternoon at lunch.”

I froze. My throat closed. I spat the wine in my mouth back into the glass. I gasped, "Oh My God!"

Dan’s text, two: "I had to come home for some papers I left in my office. I called you to see if we could sneak in a little nooner on our special day, but the message went to voice mail. I decided I would surprise you, and it would be a lot more fun."

I couldn't breathe; my whole body was shaking, and tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Dan’s text, three: "I pulled into the drive and saw a car I was unfamiliar with parked in front of the house. I thought nothing of it and slipped through the side door to surprise you. If I were lucky, you were taking a bath, and I could strip and slip in the tub with you. I took off my shoes and quietly tiptoed up the stairs. I heard you moaning as I reached the top step and knew I had hit the jackpot. You must be masturbating, and I could slide in to replace your toy. I took off my clothes in the hallway and stood at the door. You must have closed it out of habit so the kids wouldn’t hear you, but they were not home today.” 

I dropped my head on my arms on the countertop and sobbed. I had made a colossal mistake, and Dan had caught me!

Dan’s text, four: "As I stood there listening to you moaning and the squishing noise of your big black dildo fucking your pussy, I was rock hard, and I couldn't help but jerk off at the erotic noises coming through the door. Suddenly, I remembered I only had a short time, so I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open slightly to see you. I peeked inside. Shock cannot describe the feeling that overwhelmed me when I saw what was happening on the bed.”

With my hands shaking badly and my bile rising, I dropped my phone on the counter and ran to the bathroom. I fell to my knees and vomited violently in the toilet. I emptied my stomach and continued to gag repeatedly, bringing only bile when nothing was left. I looked to the side and saw the pile of dirty sheets lying on the floor. They were soaked with sweat and lady cum. I broke down again, laying my head on my arms on the toilet rim, and sobbed uncontrollably. My body collapsed, and I slipped down to the cold tile floor, curling into a ball. I couldn't think. I shook as tears flooded down my cheeks, puddling on the floor.

After a good while, I had no more tears to shed. I sat up and used the nasty sheets to dry the floor. I stood at the sink and washed up. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hated what I saw. How could I have done this to my family?

‘Oh God,’ what had I done? I made a catastrophic mistake last week and again today, and it will cost me dearly. I only pray I can make it right, but I do not know how!

I walked back to the kitchen, looking at the clock. It was just after three in the afternoon, and Dan would be home a little early on this particular day with a present and flowers to start the festivities. I shook my head and sat on a stool, not expecting that to happen now. 

I poured a fresh glass of wine and read the rest of Dan's text.

Dan’s text four – continued: "I couldn’t breathe, or I would have screamed at what I saw. I recoiled away, grabbed my clothes, dressed, and got the papers from my office, quickly leaving so you never knew I was there. I got to my car, drove down the street, stopped, and sat there. I was trying to understand what I had just seen. Discovering my loving wife, the mother of my children, laying in our bed being fucked by another person, not a man but a WOMAN! What made it even worse? You loved every stroke. You even begged your lover to fuck you harder with her big black strap-on. I watched as she did, and you cried out, 'Janette, God, I love the way you fuck me!' as she was driving her big black cock into your cunt!

My heart was pounding. I took a big gulp of wine and refilled my glass. I could finally breathe, and my brain cleared enough to realize my life and marriage to Dan were over.

Dan’s text, five: “Anne, I will not be home tonight. I hope that you enjoyed our special day. From what I saw, I believe you had a wonderfully satisfying afternoon. Unfortunately, I was not a participant and will never be again. It is clear that you have chosen to replace me, so I wish you two much happiness. I will contact my attorney, Steven Rodgers, tomorrow after I have recovered from the shock of what you have done to our family. He will contact you and serve you with divorce papers soon. I love you, Anne, with all my heart, but now I am in the way of your new love, so I will set you free. I want to ensure you are happy so you and your new love may be together.”

“Oh God,” I screamed out loud, “No, No, No, not divorce.”

I typed out a text to Danny.

My text: “Danny, it is not an affair. We were just having sex. I don't love her. I love you. It only happened twice in the last week. It's nothing, and I will never see her again. Oh God, how stupid I was. No, Danny, No, Oh God, No, not divorce!”

I started to lose it. I reread my text and decided not to send it, so I deleted it. I had to see him. I had to talk directly to Dan, I called him, but the call went to voice mail. I called his office. "Hi Janet, it is urgent I speak with Dan. Can you get him for me?"

“Anne, Dan told me if you called, I was to tell you he had no interest in talking to you ‘ever again,' his exact words. What is going on, Anne? He was upset when he came back from lunch. He canceled the rest of his afternoon appointments and an important meeting with a major client. He never does that, so what happened? Did you two fight at lunch?” Janet asked

"It's complicated; please, please, please tell him I called. I must talk with him now!" I begged.

"OK, but I have never seen him so upset. He seems very hurt. You must have screwed up. What did you do?" Janet asked

I started to cry and hung up.

I gulped down more wine and read Dan’s last text. 

Dan’s text, Six: “Anne, as for our family. You remember our family, our two children, the ones you are abandoning to be with your new lover. As for our property and financial assets, you may remember the Prenuptial Agreement we signed before our wedding, protecting my family inheritance from you if something ever happened to cause us to divorce. I never thought I would have to dust off this paper, which I have not seen since it was signed and put in our safety deposit box. Anne, not in a hundred years have I ever expected anything like this to happen, but now that it has, I will exercise the agreement, and you will receive what is legally allowed.   

You will give me full custody of the children but have fair visitation rights. You will receive a $25,000 cash payment and remove all your belongings and items from the house to set up another place to live. You will have your car paid off and what little you have in your 401K from your earlier job. That is all you are entitled to, as I remember it.

I am so sorry you feel I was not enough for you and found a woman to replace me. Thank you for not having an affair with one of our male friends. I love you, Anne, but you have shattered my faith and trust in you, so there is no way I can continue in our marriage. I am so sorry I failed you as your husband. Goodbye, my love."   

I dropped the phone and gulped down the last of my wine.

I ran to the bedroom, dressed in the beautiful dress and lingerie I had planned to wear that night. I quickly did my makeup and grabbed my purse and keys. I pulled out of the drive and sped off.

I pulled into Dan’s office garage and parked in my slot next to Dan's BMW M6 Grand Coupe. I quickly walked to the elevator bank and slipped my card into the express elevator to Dan's office. Only five people had keys, so I would not be stopped from entering his office.

The ride was quick. My body shook as the doors opened. I looked into the office, but Dan was not there. I stepped in and looked around. I walked to the bar and poured a glass of Scotch. I walked along, looking out the wall of windows over the city. I could not believe this was happening. I walked behind Dan's desk, looked down, and saw the pad scribbled on. It looked like the beginning of a letter. There were only a few paragraphs, so I read them.

Anne, my love,

I cannot express my disappointment in you. I have loved you with every fiber in my body since we met. Tonight was to celebrate the thirteenth anniversary of our first date and the day we started our incredible journey together.

When we made love before I left for work, it was beautiful this morning, and you told me how much you loved me. That was a lie. I went to work as a happy man, anticipating another spectacular night with you. I could never have imagined what I discovered at lunch today. When I heard your moans as I stood outside the door, naked, stroking my cock, thinking you were masturbating. I wanted to slip into the room and take your dildo's place, making passionate love to you. 

But then I cracked the door and was shocked beyond belief. Between your legs, I saw a beautiful blonde woman making love to you with an oversized black dildo strapped to her hips. She was fucking you hard, Anne, and you loved it. You were cumming again and again, more than I have ever made you cum. When she kissed you and pushed her cock and tongue into you at the same time, you moaned into her mouth more passionately than you ever have with me. Clearly, you loved this woman; she had taken my place in your heart and our bed.

At that moment, you destroyed me, Anne. My failure as your husband became apparent, and I realized I was not enough for you and that you had found a woman to love more than me. I did not understand this and am unsure that you could explain it.

I love you, Anne, and I do not understand our future, even if we have one. Then there are the kids. What will this do to them? They are at such an impressionable age, and I am worried about them and what our divorce will do to them. You never thought you would get caught, so you never considered their well-being.

I…'

The letter stopped. My tears dropped on the page, joining the tear stains Dan had left as he wrote. I moved away, sat on one of the sofas to wait for Dan, and sipped my Scotch.

Just then, Janet came through the door. The office is huge, so she didn't see me at first. As she picked up a folder and turned, she saw me crying with the Scotch in my hand.

“Anne?” she gasped, “What are you doing here?”

Continue to Part 2

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