A Good Wife's Dilemma Pt. 02

A Good Wife's Dilemma, Part 2

There is a sliver of cuckoldry in this story, but it isn't the focus of this tale about a needy wife and her husband.

I didn't know what to expect when I got home from work. I had no idea how my wife would start a conversation about other men. Dumbfounded doesn't even begin to describe my condition. I promised Mary Lou that we would talk tonight. I can't avoid the conversation but damn I'm dreading talking about this touchy subject. I heard and understand my wife's point of view. I just don't like what she's asking me to do. I still have my pride.

Mary greeted me with her usual hug and kiss when I walked in the door. Dinner was almost ready, so I went to the bedroom to wash up. I looked at my self in the bathroom mirror, shaking my head I told myself that everything will work out, just give it some time. Mary will get over this and get back to normal. I hoped and prayed that my wife would snap out of the delusion that she's in, but my heart doubted it.

We sat down to eat. I was quiet not knowing what to say, so I waited for Mary to bring up the subject. Mary was anxious, it was written all over her face. I could tell that she was nervous and was trying to think of a way to open up about what's on her mind.

I spoke first, "What's on your mind Mary? I don't know how to begin to understand what you want to do."

All she said was, "Ashley Madison!"

"Okay I'll bite. Who's Ashley Madison?"

"It isn't a person Michael. It's a website for adults looking for other adults for... fun! It's mostly for married men and women looking for an affair partner, but in my case it won't be an affair."

"You've already looked into this Mary Lou?"

"Michael I've been thinking about this for several months, and yes, I've been browsing the married men profiles. Just looking... I haven't contacted anyone and I haven't posted a profile. I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

"So, you already have an account?"

"Yes I do honey, but I haven't used it, I've only been browsing, so far! Michael, there are hundreds of men in Ohio that have profiles on Ashley. I've picked out a few that I find interesting. Want to see them?"

I didn't know how to answer the question. No, I don't want to see any of them, but I need to have some say-so in this craziness. So I said yes, if I want to be involved. So I reluctantly told Mary, "Let's take a look."

Mary had her choices saved in a list, but Mary wanted to make a profile first. She did have a draft along with a few pics. At least the pictures were tasteful with clothes on.

Her profile draft read, "MWF, age 44, 5' 4" 140, pretty, no strings attached fun. Looking for a high quality married man to spend time with, Age, height, and weight appropriate only. Husband approved.

When I read "Husband approved" I was shocked to see the words! It wasn't husband approved. It was husband disapproved!

Mary had everything ready, all she had to do was click on the post profile radio button and wait for responses to flood her inbox.

She had several ads saved, and I wanted to see who was out there advertising on AM. What kind of men would post to this site? I'm more than curious about it. I'd say I'm concerned about what kind of married men would openly seek out females who want to cheat on their spouses. My brain couldn't wrap itself around the fact that a website exists to help cheaters meet other cheaters. There's a shoe for every foot!

Mary had various candidates picked out in a list. My wife wants me to look through the profiles and pick out my favorite two or three so we can compare choices. My wife of twelve years wants me to help her pick out a man to have sex with. I felt like I was being stabbed in the back while my wife smiled as she stabbed me. She has no idea what she's asking me to do.

Reluctantly I sat at the kitchen table with my wife as we browsed through the ads. I was surprised at my wife's picks. Mary had chosen men in our age group! Several of her picks are middle-aged married men seeking married women for fun and sex.

After reading through their bio's and looking at a few pictures I played along and pointed out two men that I thought my wife would like. My picks were superficial, judging them mostly from their pictures and less from the profile that was posted. We discussed the few noteworthy men... mostly Mary talking and me listening, but we did talk anyway. She liked my choices because they were on her short list too. I can't believe that I'm helping her cheat. Technically it isn't cheating because I know what she's doing, but it feels like cheating to me.

Mary Lou asked me to help write a response to the gentlemen, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't help her. I put my foot down and told her she would have to do it herself. Mary was too excited to care how I felt, then she buried her face in the laptop screen and began typing. After clearing the table and doing the dishes I went to my bedroom to change into some bed clothes. When I returned to the kitchen Mary was still at the table typing away. I grabbed a beer from the frig and sat down across from her and waited... and waited and waited for her to finish. Eventually she did stop typing and closed the laptop, "All done for tonight. I posted my profile and responded to the two you picked out."

"So what now Mary Lou?"

"I wait and see who writes back and who responds to my profile... I'm excited!!!!"

I told my wife, "Well, I'm not. It's like waiting for a bullet through the chest!"

"Michael, you wait and see. You'll be as excited as I am."

"I doubt that Mary Lou. I sincerely doubt it."

Without saying another word I went to my office to look at the daily mail and think. My heart is telling me that my wife knows more about Ashley Madison than I think she does. She said it herself that she's been thinking about this for several months. My wife has been doing her research about cheating and I didn't know anything about it.

A few days later after we ate dinner Mary dropped a bomb on me. Her AM inbox was full. Dozens of men sent responses to her profile. One of the men who answered my wife's ad is also one of the men that she wrote to. My wife is as giddy as a teenage girl that the most popular boy in school said "Hi" to. After dinner all that she wanted to do is talk about the responses she had to her ad and about the man from her short list that wrote back to her.

My peanut brain was having a tough time keeping up with her chatter. I was losing track of who she was talking about. Like I said before... giddy as a teenager.

The man who was on her short list and responded to her profile called himself "Robert." That night started a series of emails back and forth between my wife and "Robert." There were many other men that wrote to her, but she became fixated on him.

Robert lived near Columbus and traveled to Dayton on business a couple of times each week. They exchanged phone numbers and I waited for the other shoe to fall informing me of their plans to meet. It didn't take long, just a few days, when Mary told me they had made plans to meet at the Paragon Restaurant next Wednesday. I pleaded with my wife to put an end to this nonsense, but her response broke my heart. She told me that I could stay home if I wanted to.

The arrangements had been made for 7 pm. We're meeting Robert at the Paragon Super Club/Piano Bar near the Dayton Mall. The Paragon is a swanky suit only type of highbrow establishment. Not the kind of place we would usually go but from Robert's photographs he appeared to be a suit only kind of guy.

So why does he use Ashley Madison to find a date? My wife used the same App to find him, but I still find it hard to believe that Ashley Madison was created solely for married adults to find an affair partner. I never would have believed it until my wife Mary introduced me to Ashley Madison a few days ago.

So if you want to cheat on your spouse there's a place to go on the internet that specializes in cheaters. I'm still reticent about this whole thing, but this is what she wants even if I don't like it.

It's quarter till 7 and the bar is almost empty. We had our choice of seats, so Mary picked out one of the more secluded booths for our meet and greet with Robert. Truthfully, I'm relieved that it's a slow night in the bar so the chances of us being seen by anybody that we know is negligible.

The Paragon is an old school dress clothes only type of eating and drinking establishment. The lighting is subdued, and the club is decorated in dark reds, browns, and black to keep the old school vibe of a discrete and secretive meeting place. The bar is dark, and reminded me of an old black and white movie. The subdued lighting makes it a perfect place for a secret rendezvous. The kind of rendezvous that you don't want anybody to see or know about.

Mary and I ordered some drinks at the bar and took our spot in a booth that is located in the far corner of the room near the piano. We had a nervous conversation while we waited. I let my wife know that I'm still uncomfortable with this arrangement. She has put me in a no win situation and I think nothing good can come of it, yet she insists that all she's looking for is the occasional sex partner to fulfill her needs.

Promptly at 7pm a nicely dressed gentleman walked in and took a seat at the bar. After ordering a drink he glanced around surveying his surroundings. He didn't see us in the booth, and we weren't sure if he was Robert. The man in the suit resembled Robert, but anybody entering the bar would be nicely dressed anyway so we waited to see if he would approach us. We were watching him closely as he drank and occasionally glanced around the room.

Mary said it had to be Robert. He was looking around as if he was waiting on someone. I knew what she was thinking: Mary asked me to find out if it was him. I'm not shy, but this was new territory for me and I didn't know what to say to find out if this was the man my wife had been emailing back and forth with. There is only one way to find out, so I scooted out of the dark corner booth where we were sitting and approached the man at the bar.

As I walked up to him, he noticed me and turned his stool in my direction. As I got closer his resemblance to the photo I'd seen became clear: this is Robert. The look on his face was guarded and cautious like he expected someone else. I was sure of it, this is Robert, the man my wife came here to meet. I asked him, "Are you here to meet Mary?".

He looked at me for another second or two and stuck his hand out and said, "Yes I am. Are you her husband, Michael? I thought I'd be meeting her tonight."

We shook hands. I gauge men by their grip and his grip was mediocre at best, not too strong and a bit unsure, but at least he shook my hand in this very awkward moment. I replied, "She's here... follow me."

Robert followed close behind as we walked to the table in the corner. As we approached my wife I turned to Robert and said, "Robert, this is Mary." He locked eyes on my wife and smiled exposing a mouth full of blazing white teeth. His teeth are so white they look fake. He offered her his hand and as she responded with hers he leaned in and kissed the dorsum of her right hand and said, "I'm Robert, and it's my pleasure to meet you tonight."

I knew that my wife's panties were probably getting wet. Mary was almost speechless, but she managed to say, "It's a pleasure to meet you to. Your pictures don't do you justice."

Robert responded in kind, "Neither do yours. Your beauty far exceeds your pictures. My I take a seat?"

Their introduction went better than I hoped it would. They were already smitten with each other and the night was just beginning. My heart dropped. This dude is a silver-tongued devil and very polished. My wife won't be able to resist him.

Robert is dressed and groomed to near perfection. His shirt is crisp, and his tie is perfect. He was wearing a thousand dollar dark blue suit that fit him to perfection. But what I hated most about him was his chiseled face and all that salt and pepper hair that looked freshly cut and styled. The bastard looked like a movie star and from the look on my wife's face she thought he did to.

I realized at that second that my goose is cooked. Unless he acted like an idiot or couldn't speak in complete sentences he would end up fucking my wife at some point in time.

Robert sat by my wife keeping a little space between them. The smug bastard started off the conversation by asking if Mary liked to slow dance, and of course she said "Yes."

Before I knew what was happening he offered Mary his hand. He looked at me and said, "Do you mind?"

I nodded and watched as they scooted out of the booth. The pianist played slow music that is easy to dance to as they swayed back and forth holding each other tight. I wasn't comfortable with their dancing so close this early in the evening, after all they just met. Not only is he a handsome silver tongued devil, but he's a polished dancer to. "Fuck, my goose is cooked!" He'll have Mary's clothes off before she gets back to the table.

They danced, and danced, and danced all the while having a conversation only they could hear. It bothered me to no end that my wife was being sucked into his web so quickly. She was melting in his arms and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. After dancing to half a dozen songs they finally separated and came back to the table. I was pissed off, but I couldn't show it. I'd be an ass in both their eyes if I said anything, so I put a smile on my face and swallowed my pride.

Mary asked if I would escort her to the ladies room. I was surprised she didn't ask Robert to be her escort, but she asked me, so I guess that meant something. I held her hand as we walked to the dark hallway in the foyer where the restrooms were located. Before she entered the ladies room Mary looked into my eyes and said the words I didn't want to hear, "I like him, and he's a great dancer. I bet he's good at other things to," then she disappeared into the ladies room.

My mind went into overload. I knew where this was going, and I didn't like it. My heart was racing as I waited patiently for my wife's return to the hallway. When she returned I noticed her hair was fluffed up and the zipper on the front of her dress was pulled down several inches. My wife was interested in him, and she wasn't shy about it. She asked me, "How do I look?"

I told Mary, "You look like a cougar!"

"Michael, honey, tonight is the night. He's perfect."

I immediately replied, "Wait a minute Mary... we're supposed to talk it over first!"

"We're talking now Michael. Did you see him? He's so handsome! If this is going to happen, I want to do it with him! If I'm ever going to have the courage it's right now... tonight... if not now I'll never have the nerve to do this again!"

"Mary, how do you know he wants to?" is all I could think of to say.

Mary looked at me like I have an eyeball growing from my forehead. In an irritated voice, "I danced with him for thirty minutes, I felt how interested he is!"

Mary looked at me and said, "Take me back to the table!" My wife didn't wait on me and wouldn't let me hold her hand either. When we got back to the booth Robert was standing waiting on my wife to return. Like the smug bastard that he is Robert offered his hand and Mary took it as she slithered into the dimly lit corner. Now they were sitting against each other, leg touching leg, elbow touching elbow. Mary's right hand wrapped around his left arm making it clear who she wanted to spend her evening with, and it wasn't with me.

I felt my heart break. I couldn't believe this was happening. My wife made it clear to him and me where this evening was going to end up. I wanted to smack that grin off of his face, but that would only make her want him more. Mary made me feel like I'm the odd man out. Her husband was the third wheel that didn't belong in the picture. Fuck, I wanted to smack the shit out of him, but Mary would hate me if I ruined the evening.

I took my beer from the table and slid out of the seat. After a quick drink I told Mary, "I'll sit at the bar... come and get me when you're ready to go."

She didn't protest. Mary didn't want me listening anyway, and she looked at me with an, "Are you still here," look on her face and waited for me to leave.

By this time in the evening more people were milling around the bar, and it gave me a sense of relief that the staff was now too busy to notice me, and my wife and her fuck buddy sitting at the dimly lit table in the corner. I took a stool at the bar across from their table-sort of caddy corner, so I could catch a glimpse if I wanted to. Close enough to see, but not close enough to hear them speaking.

Top shelf bourbon was on my mind, so I ordered a double on the rocks of Woodford Reserve. If I'm getting fucked tonight, figuratively speaking of course, I might as well drink some good liquor while it's happening.

I ordered drink after drink of Woodford and watched YouTube videos while I entertained myself waiting for the inevitable to happen. Occasionally I would sneak a peak and see my wife and Robert huddled up in the booth or dancing to the piano player's keystrokes. Robert was sweeping my wife off of her feet with his obviously well rehearsed slow dance and talking skills. They floated around the dance floor song after song as he did his best Fred Astaire imitation aimed at impressing my wife; and it was working.

Turning my attention back to my phone I continued watching YouTube and drink shots of Woodford. It was hard to say how much time had passed when Mary tapped me on the shoulder and said, "We're ready to go." When I turned my head enough to see her I saw them standing together arm in arm.

"I have to pay my tab, I'll be right behind you," but they didn't wait on me, they were already heading toward the door. It took me several minutes to get the bar tenders attention to pay my tab. It must have been too long for Mary to wait because she came back into the bar to see what I was doing.

I told her the bar keep was busy, and he's trying to get back so I can settle up. She stood by me impatiently as I paid and left a tip. Mary was in a hurry to get back to Robert waiting outside the restaurant's entrance.

As soon as we stepped out of the door Mary informed me that she will be riding with Robert to our house, and that's when I put my foot down! "No you aren't, you're riding with me!"

My wife and Robert were surprised by my answer, they didn't expect me to say "No"... but I did say no, because they aren't going to push me aside and do as they please.

Robert asked my wife, "I thought you were riding with me?"

She looked at him and said, "I thought so to."

I told both of them, "She's riding with me and that's all there is to it. If that isn't good enough we can call the night over right now!"

Robert held a hand up and said, "Okay Michael, no worries!"

Mary interrupted the standoff by telling Robert, "I'll ride with Michael."

I asked Robert for his cell number, so I could text him our address. Before Mary and I walked away I told Robert to give us a head start."

When we got to our car and sat down Mary was really pissed off at me because I changed her "Escort home plans," but there was no way he was driving my wife home, not as long as I'm alive. And I told her as much; she was being greedy and ungrateful. I felt like I was lecturing a high school girl, entitled and selfish. I can throw crap back at her if she wants to be a shithead to me tonight. The car came to life after I pressed the small button on the dash. The silence in the car was deafening. Mary is speechless for a change; she just set in her seat and looked out of the window.

"What more could you want from me Mary? For fuck's sake! I'm letting you bring a guy into my home - how could you possibly be mad? What the fuck are you thinking?"

The drive home was cold, dark, and quiet. We pulled into the garage in silence. Mary wasn't talking, and I didn't know what else to say to her to convey my disappointment with her attitude. Look at what I was letting her do tonight. Mary invited a gigolo, a fuck buddy, or whatever term you wanted to put on it, over to my house so he can fuck her.

Mary touched my arm after several awkward moments of silence and said, "I'm sorry, I was expecting more than I should have. I know this is hard on you Michael... but please honey... let me have tonight... please?"

I had already accepted my fate and what my wife wanted to do. I couldn't look at her at that moment. I stared at the dashboard and said, "It's your night, I don't have to like it, but I know this is what you want to do." I closed the garage door and got out of the car leaving Mary in the front seat.

Mary caught up to me in the kitchen and put her arms around my waist and said "Thank you, Michael. Will you relax for me and go with the flow? I need for you to enjoy the night to. Let's have fun and enjoy ourselves, please, okay?"

I mumbled, "I'm trying Mary Lou... I'm trying..."

Mary went to our bedroom to freshen up so that left me to get a beer and wait on Rob to arrive. I turned on the outside lights, so Rob could find his way to the front porch, and the mood lighting throughout the house. Mary wanted the house lit up in the same pale pink color that she keeps our bedroom. The house isn't too dark, but it's dark enough for a relaxed and romantic evening that my wife has planned for her and Robert.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I went to our bedroom to see what Mary was up to. I found her touching up her makeup with only her panties on. Her LBD was crumbled up on the floor by her feet. I felt like a knife had been stuck through my heart. I asked her, "Are you sure about this Mary Lou?" She looked at me and smiled then turned her attention to the face in the mirror.

I left our bedroom dejected. Mary was choosing another man over me and our marriage. If she wants to act like a single woman then she can start tonight. As far as I'm concerned she just ended our marriage. I took my keys from the hook on the wall and left. The closest bar to my house was O'Henry's Pub and Grub. I sat at the bar and drank my heartache away.

My slut wife sent me a text messages. The first one said, "Where r u?" The second message said about the same thing, "Michael where r u?"

I didn't respond. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I cared about her texts. She continued to text me, but I continued to ignore her. Mary called a couple of times and left messages, but I didn't listen to them. Mary was on her own tonight, and I wasn't going to have anything to do with her.

Her calls stopped. My phone was silent for about an hour. She must have been too busy with her fuck buddy Robert. Then the calls and texts started again. Over and over she asked "Where are you?"

I had enough so I responded back... "Drinking."

"Michael come home."

"I'm home when I get home."

"Please honey, he's gone. Come home."

"No, was my reply. It was almost midnight and I have to get up early in the morning, so I should go home and get some sleep.

She texted again, "Please Michael. It's over, he went back to his hotel."

I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of answering any more of her texts. After paying my tab I drove home. Mary must have heard the garage door opening and closing because she was waiting for me as I walked in the door.

"Michael, I was worried about you," then she walked up and tried to put her arms around me, but I pushed her away.

"Piss off Mary. You didn't care if I was gone. You weren't worried about me! You could have cared less if I was here or not!" I threw my keys on the counter and breezed passed her on my way to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to take my shoes off, but Mary got in my way. She was visibly upset and knelt on the floor between my legs. She tried to give me a hug and a kiss. I guess she thought that would make what she did more palatable, but I was having none of that. I pushed her away and shook my head. That's when I screamed at her, "You aren't kissing me with that mouth. Not after you had his dick in it. Are you out of your mind?" I stood up and pointed at the bed. "Take these sheets off and wash his stench off of them. Take everything off the bed and wash it! Get in the shower and get cleaned up. Get his stench off of you... and out of you if you let him cum in your nasty ass."

Mary was crying, full on sobbing with big tears running down her face, but I didn't care how badly I hurt her. She hurt me more than any person ever had. "Your mean Michael! He is a perfect gentleman, he was kind and gentle and... and I liked it!"

"Look in the mirror when you say I'm mean! I'm not interested in hearing about your evening so hold it for some other time!" I went to the guest room and slammed the door behind me. I was too jazzed up to sleep, but I laid down anyway. Mary tried to open the door, but I had locked it. She knocked on the door several times and asked to come in, but I refused to speak to her. Maybe tomorrow after I calm down... but then again, maybe not!

The end of part 2. Part 3 coming soon.