Drugs, Sex, and a Night Forgotten! Pt. 02

Drugs, sex, and a night forgotten.

Part 2

Later that evening as we sat on the couch watching TV, Lucy made a call to her new beau-friend. She started to get up and leave the room, but I stopped her. "Whatever you have to say to him you say it in front of me, or it doesn't get said." My demand surprised my wife, but she set back down next to me and continued her conversation with her fuck buddy from last night.

From time to time I could see her grin or crack a smile at something he said. Several minutes into the call Lucy held the phone against her chest and asked when she could see him again. I didn't want this thing they have for each other to become a habit instead of an occasional tryst. We see Kevin enough as it is, and I don't want Lucy to get carried away with her new boy toy. I appreciate the free medicine he provides, but I need to keep a tight grip on her. Too much of a good thing, especially drugs and sex can mess anybody up. No matter how strong they are.

I told Lucy that we'll see him at Brent's party next week. I hinted that we could party at our house after we leave Brent's. She gave me a quick kiss and told Kevin the game plan. Happy wife.... happy life as they say.

As Brent's party got closer on the calendar Lucy became more and more anxious, perhaps a little nervous to. My wife isn't good at hiding her emotions, but I could tell she was looking forward to seeing the young Kevin again. The night of the party my wife wore a chocolate brown dress that was as thin as a t-shirt and stopped at mid-thigh, and I could just make out a thong and athletic bra underneath the thin material. The gentile curves of her body are unmistakable and silhouetted by the thin cotton material of her bodycon dress. I like for my wife to be "eye candy." I'm proud of her beauty. I get a thrill when I see men google over her when we are out partying or at a bar drinking.

When we walked in the door of Brent's place Lucy garnered a lot of attention from the men, and the women. A sweater was draped across her arm in case she gets cold and to cover up the nipples of her breasts..... just in case.

We mingled with the crowd of people exchanging small talk. As we made our way around the rooms full of guests I began to wonder where Kevin was. His Subaru was already parked on the street when we arrived, so I know he's here, somewhere. Lucy and I went to the kitchen to refresh our drinks and that's when we found him. Lucy's new beau-friend had been hanging out in the kitchen smooth talking any women who would listen to him. When we walked in, and he saw Lucy, Kevin excused himself from his conversation with somebody's wife or girlfriend and made a beeline straight for us.

After they hugged and kissed Kevin didn't want to let go of my wife. I quickly reminded him that we are in public and to behave himself. Discretion is extremely important to me, so I positioned myself between them to avoid anybody putting 2 and 2 together.

I wouldn't say the young man dominated most of Lucy's time, but she did spend a lot of time speaking with him. Later in the evening I got pulled into a conversation about record collecting with another dude. We bantered back and forth in a lengthy debate over OG pressings versus new reissues of old recordings. I didn't know when Lucy and Kevin walked away, but they weren't standing by me when I finished my conversation!

Here I am in a house full of people. Loud music playing in the background, people getting drunk or high, some are dancing and some people are sitting around talking. The party is going strong, but I'm standing alone wondering were my wife is. I haven't seen her for a while, and it's starting to piss me off. There are all kinds of fun going on, but I find myself standing alone in the midst of all the revelry. Where in the hell did Lucy go?

The more I dwelled on her absence the madder I got. So I decided to roam through the crowd and look for her. It's too crowded for anyone to notice what I'm doing, so I started to discreetly look for my wife. I made my way down the crowded hall and looked in the bedrooms. No Lucy! She wasn't in the den or dining room either. With so many people in Brent and Nancy's home it was becoming more of a challenge than I thought it would be. But I wasn't going to give up until I found my wife.

I climbed the steps to go upstairs and look for her there. People were everywhere but not the person I'm looking for. Then it hit me in the face. Like a slap that brings you back to reality. I haven't seen her beau-friend Kevin either. Now I'm really getting pissed off! Where are they hiding?

One of my friends, a stand-up guy named Mark who knows Lucy and I very well walked up to me. He knows our history because back in the day he and his wife Pam were part it. We had a special couples friendship years ago that ran its course and ended because Pam was more into women than men.

Mark stood beside me and leaned in close to my ear and in a voice that only I could hear said, "I know you'd do the same for me, but they went to the kitchen and I haven't seen them since." I turned my head to look at him and with a frown on my face I nodded, and mouthed the words "thank you" and quickly went to the kitchen. There were several people mingling around but not my wife and Kevin. I even looked in Brent's garage, but she wasn't there either.

I opened the patio doors and slide outside to look around. I didn't see either of them. Walking to my car I saw that it was empty. Kevin drives a Subaru, so I found his car parked on the street, and they weren't there either. Where in the hell are they?

Back in the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the frig and leaned against the counter to have a think. "If they were last seen in the kitchen then they will probably return through the kitchen." Still leaning against the counter I waited.... and waited, and waited. I was seeing red by now and anybody paying attention to me would have seen how mad I was getting.

People would come and go from the kitchen and nobody paid much attention to me standing against the counter. Occasionally someone would say "hello" or "what's up" as they took a drink from the frig not really wanting an answer. My only choice was to wait and see if my wife and Kevin would magically appear from wherever they were hiding. My patience was thin, but I continued waiting.

Mark eventually walked into the kitchen and asked if I'd seen them. I shook my head no. He looked at me and said, "I'll look around for them. Stay here, if I see them I'll come and get you. I never liked that little fucker anyway!" Mark left me standing there with my arms crossed and a real bad attitude brewing up in my head.

Then, as if they were teleported like a scene from Star Trek, Kevin, and Lucy materialized from the hall leading to the garage. Lucy was following close behind Kevin when I startled them by saying, "Where have you been?" Kevin had a guilty "eh-oh" look on his face and my wife's eyes opened wide with an "oh shit" look on hers. I repeated my question much louder and much angrier, "Where have you been?"

Kevin spoke first, "Just hangin out talking."

"You've been missing for half an hour! Where have you been? Lucy, where in the fuck were you?"

Lucy knew I was really mad, and she took a step toward me saying, "We were in the basement talking. Really Michael, just talking, I swear!"

I put my hand up stopping my wife from getting any closer. "So you expect me to believe that you two were in the basement for half an hour just talking about whatever?"

Kevin opened his mouth and said the wrong thing to me, "It's no big deal, what's the problem?"

"It's a big problem fuck head!" I pointed toward the patio doors, "Unless you want everybody in the house to hear this, get out on the patio." I glanced back at my wife and told her, "Go outside... NOW!"

I looked back at Kevin and said, "You to fuck head or do you want me to drag you out?"

Lucy was already opening the sliding doors when she told Kevin, "Come on Kevin, get out of the kitchen before this gets any worse."

Once outside I went on a rant, reading both of them the riot act! "What were you thinking? Do you think we're all stupid? Do you think I'm stupid? I know what you were doing in the basement. If I knew there was a basement I'd been down there a half hour ago putting an end to your conversation!"

Lucy began to cry, sobbing she said, "I thought it was okay, you said have fun tonight."

Then I screamed out, "That's all I said Lucy. I said have fun. I didn't give you permission to go fuck somebody! Can't you think with your head and not with that hole between your legs!"

Kevin tried to come to their defense by saying, "We thought it was okay. You didn't stop us the other night so why stop us now?"

I looked at Kevin, "Don't you have any common sense either? With a house full of people you go downstairs for a quickie. Are you serious?"

Looking at my wife I told her, "Lucy, unless you want your boy toy to end up like Richard, I'd tell him to shut up!"

My wife grabbed Romeo by the arm to get his attention and told him, "Shut up Kevin. Don't provoke Michael any more than we already have."

I wasn't done venting, "Well, I hope you're proud of yourselves. If people weren't talking about you before: they certainly are now! I've never been so humiliated and embarrassed in my life."

Sobbing harder Lucy managed to say in a trembling voice, "It won't happen again Michael. I swear it won't!"

I screamed at them, "You're gawd damn right it won't! You two are done! It's over!" My attention went back to Kevin, I got up in his grill and told him to never call or try to communicate with Lucy ever again. Looking Kevin in the eye I told him, "If I even think you two have talked I'll beat you like a red-headed stepchild."

Lucy regained some of her composure and looked at fuck head, "Kev, get out of here before he kills you!"

He raised his hands then back peddled off the patio and disappeared into the darkness. Moments later I heard his car start and he left.

Turning my attention back to my wife I told her, "I'm leaving. If you're coming with me let's go, or you can walk home. I don't care which you choose, but I'm outta here!"

Lucy whimpered, "I need to get my sweater."

I yelled, "Fuck that sweater! You aren't going inside that house and embarrass me again."

I walked to our car with my wife close behind. The drive home was silent, and tense. There was no way I could talk to her as mad as I was. The garage door opened, and I pulled in parking my car. After closing the garage door I sat there for a moment. I was still boiling over, but I managed to say to my wife, "I'm disgusted with you! You rubbed my nose in it tonight. I hope you're proud of yourself."

Lucy started crying again. I slammed the car door shut and walked to the mud room door. Lucy was still in the car when I slammed the mud room door closed. I turned the bedroom light on and locked the door. I didn't want to see my wife. Not only that, I didn't want to talk to my wife, and I'm damn sure not sleeping with her.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It was Lucy wanting in the bedroom. I told her NO! It didn't matter to me where she slept. All I knew was she wasn't sleeping with me.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn't feeling any happier. I was too mad and humiliated about last night to be any other way but pissed off.

I opened the bedroom door and went to the kitchen for some coffee and bowl of cereal. Lucy had beat me there already sitting at the island drinking some orange juice. Stopping in my tracks all I could do is look at her, get madder, and think about the damage she caused last night. I was torn between eating and my anger with her, or going back to the bedroom to avoid losing my temper.

"Please Michael, talk to me... I'm sorry... I screwed up... it's all my fault... I'm so sorry!"

"Jezuz Lucy, you couldn't wait till we got home? All you had to do is control yourself for a few hours. I said Kevin could come over after Brent's party! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You told me to have fun... so I thought you were saying I could have "fun" at the party. I told Kev that it was okay so we went to the only private place in the house."

"Lucy, have you called or texted him this morning or last night?"

"No Michael, I haven't talked with him."

"You better not talk to him... ever... I'll beat the shit out of him and throw you out on your ear! You may end up outdoors anyway after the stunt you pulled last night!"

My wife's lips were trembling and with tears streaming down her face she said, "Michael, I'm sorry... it was a mistake... a bad mistake."

I shook my head and told her, "No, it wasn't a mistake... it was a choice, and bad choices come with consequences! I can't continue to live this way. Remember Lucy, we've talked about this before after your stupid stunt with Richard. You already had 2 strikes against you from your previous fuck-ups. Last night makes strike 3, and 3 strikes means you're out!"