Just One Night. What really goes on

There are hundreds of stories out there about the wife having 'just one night'. I have written quite a few myself and have another almost finished. Most elicit quite a few comments.

I have had communication with Garysmith69 about this theme and because of that I have decided to write this story. Thanks Mate.

This is raw, it has not been through my usual checkers for grammar and plot holes. Our MC, Harry, is angry so there is no flow to the story. There is a lot of swearing.

All spelling mistakes are Google's.

There are none of my usual warnings,

This is what would happen in our house, and I suspect the vast majority of others.

Fiona, my wife of seven years, was sitting opposite me Thursday night after dinner. She was looking pensive. She had made a nice dinner of one of my favourites'. Liver, bacon, onions and mash. There was a bottle of my nice beer as well. The usual thoughts ran through my mind when this happened. What had she done or what does she want. Has she been talking to the girls at work and come up with something. I was probably going to get sex tonight that, would be good. It had been a week or more

I could not stand the tension any longer.

"OK nice dinner, nice beer. What do you want, what is it?"

I'm going out tomorrow night."

"Who with? Can I come? we haven't been out for a while."

She pulled herself up and looked me in the face. "It's a chap from work and I won't be home till the morning."

I think I was doing an impression of a goldfish. What the fuck!

"Let me get this correct so I'm not a fucking idiot." I raised my voice. "You're going to spend a night with a man, not your husband, not me?"

She looked at me boldly in the face she said. "Yes, I have my own mind, and I can do what I like. I know you're going to be upset, but it'll be just the one night and I will make it up to you."

"Are you fucking stupid. Do you think I would stand for that?"

She was still looking me square in the face. "Because you love me and it is only once."

"Do you know what? I think I've started to fall out of love with you."

I took a drink of my beer. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I pondered for a few seconds. Was this a joke? Was she trying to wind me up? Looking at her I said. "Please tell me this is a joke and you're trying to wind me up, to make me jealous?"

"No, I am serious, this is no joke."

"OK I will believe you, tell me who he is."

"No, because you'll go all baseball bat on him and you'll end up in prison."

"I won't because you're not worth it." I stood up and walked out to the kitchen. I picked up my mobile phone from the induction charger. I was going to phone her parents and tell them to expect her. But instead I turned the recorder on.

I went into the living room, grabbed her laptop and charger and went upstairs. I got our big roller bag from the airing cupboard and put it on our bed and dropped her laptop and charger in. I opened her underwear drawer and just emptied it in. There were piles of shoes beside her bed. I grabbed a couple of pairs, no idea which ones and they went in as well. I got her toothbrush, toothpaste and soap from the bathroom and threw them on top. I left her makeup where it was. I was tempted to flush it down the toilet.

When I got back to the bedroom Fiona was there

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm packing for you because you're leaving."

"Why?"

I glared at her, I could not believe it.

"Are you so fucking stupid to think I would stand for this. Or that any man would stand for this shit? I reckon 99% of the husbands out there would do exactly what I'm doing."

The stupid cow must be out of her mind to even think I would be okay with this.

"How about because you want to fuck another man, and even if you're joking it's a joke too far."

"Stop." She said.

I didn't answer her, nor did I stop. I went to the wardrobe and grabbed a load of her clothes and dropped them into the bag. I couldn't get any more in, so I zipped it up. She tried to stop me. I kept her away from the bag. I grabbed it and headed towards the bedroom door.

She stood in front of me.

"No, I've changed my mind, I won't do it, please can we talk about this."

"So, you've changed your mind about fucking this bloke from work?"

"Yes, I won't do it. It was a mistake."

I pushed past her, and I threw the bag down the stairs. I turned to her and said. "Now get the fuck out of this house."

She rushed down the stairs and picked the bag up, holding it by the handle she started to come back up. I followed her down, she was still at the bottom.

I leaned to within inches of her face and shouted. "Mistake, you fucking think? Now get out of this fucking house before I do something I will regret."

"No, I live here."

"Get the fuck out before I physically throw you out." I grabbed her car keys from the hook behind the door and shoved them in her hand. I saw her wedding and engagement rings on her fingers. I was tempted to try to take them off. I did not.

She just stood there. leaned forward again shouting. "Now get the fuck out of here before I throw you out." She staggered backwards. She was crying now. She looked scared. The face I loved looked scared, and I didn't give a flying fuck.

She staggered to the door, opened it and went out leaving it open. I slammed it shut with my foot. I do not think I have ever been so angry. I went and finished my beer and thought for a bit. She's probably going to her parents and lie to them.

I phoned them, her father answered. "Hello Harry, strange time to call. We are having dinner, is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, Fiona just told me after dinner she was going to have sex with another man tomorrow night." There was silence on the other end of the phone and I carried on. "You probably don't believe me. I'll send you the audio clip. It's about 7 minutes in."

"She wouldn't do that, surely she was joking?"

"I don't think it was a joke, and it was certainly not funny, and even if it was a joke, it's a joke too far. I'm sending you the clip. You make your own decision. When she gets there, tell her I'll be looking for a divorce lawyer first thing." I hung up and turned the phone off

I spent the rest of the evening on the computer googling 'Divorce lawyers near me'. But what I did find was a 'gov. uk, site to apply for divorce online'. £612 later that application was in. I used her parent's place for her address. Then I sat and thought through things. We would have to sell the house and split everything. Shit.

I fetched a beer, sat at the kitchen table and cried.

That is where the story ends, but I will carry on a little more to round it off.

I did not go to work the following day. I had arranged an appointment with the solicitor in case she didn't agree to the online divorce.

Her parents came around that evening and tried to talk me into getting back together or at least talk to her. I played the clip of the audio where she admitted she was going to fuck somebody from work. When it finished, I looked at them and said. "The next time she won't be so stupid. She just won't tell me, she'll just go behind my back and fuck some bloke."

Her mother cringed at my use of the 'F' word. I had used it on purpose.

Next our friends tried to get us back together. Some said she was joking, some said it was a mistake. I played them the same clip I played her parents. Then I said to the husbands. "Would you stand for that?" The answer was exactly the same. No variation. "No fucking way." After that there were various comments about how they would deal with the stupid cow. Some were quite inventive. The wives looked completely shocked at the vehemence of their husbands. I thought I knew these people and I don't think any of the wives were that stupid, but if they were, the husband's anger certainly put them off.

Fiona argued over the divorce, and it cost me a solicitor. We sold the house, splitting the money in half. I could not get a mortgage on my wages to buy her out. Pity, I liked that house. I managed to get a mortgage and with the money I had left over I got a small flat.

I didn't go out with any women. I didn't trust them.

Now for a bit of fiction.

I did find out who the chap she planned to fuck, there was some baseball bat action.

It was nine months later when I bumped into Fiona at a mutual friend's party. She looked nice, she was dressed exactly how I liked. It felt like a setup. Our friends had dropped hints that she had not been seeing anybody else and they knew I had not.

She slid up to me. "I'm sorry Harry, how are you?"

"I'm fine, managing." Several things to say ran around my head. I kept them in.

"Can we talk, didn't talk much during the divorce?"

"No I suppose not there wasn't much to talk about really was there?"

She shook her head. "I suppose not. I really screwed up, didn't I?"

"Most certainly." I left it at that.

We chatted about what was happening in our lives. Her parents, mine and work stuff. It got quite comfortable.

She fetched me a beer. "Trying to get me drunk to have your wicked way with me?" I asked her.

She did not beat around the bush. "Yes, it's been so long, and I miss you."

Well, we ended up at her place, I noticed she had my favourite beer in the fridge.

We ended up in bed, it was good. The only sex I had in the last nine months was Mrs Palmer and her five lovely daughters.

Before we had sex, I went to the bathroom and saw birth control pills. I did not have a condom.

We even had morning sex.

As I was leaving I said to her. "You had better take the morning after pill, if you try to trap me by getting pregnant, I will just disappear."

"I didn't, that would not be fair. I'm on the pill." She paused. "Can I see you again?"

Looking her boldly in the face I replied. "Yes, in another nine months' time."

Nine months later I did not see Fiona. I had met a nice lady in a supermarket of all places, after we crashed our trolleys, we were going steady by then.

A bit truncated but I think you can see where I was coming from.