A Good Wife's Dilemma Pt. 03

A Good Wife's Dilemma, Part 3

When enough is enough!

It's been 5 weeks since my wife plunged that dagger through my heart. It's been 5 weeks since my wife cut our marriage to shreds. It's been 5 weeks since my wife brought another man into our lives and our marriage.

I'm just as mad right now as I was that fateful night 5 weeks ago. I begged and pleaded with Mary Lou to not do it, that we could work it out, that we could make things whole again and mend the damage that she was inflicting on our relationship. Her cold-hearted response, "Stay at home!"

No matter what I said or did Mary was going to meet Robert. Mary was dead set on meeting him no matter how I felt about it.

I went with her to the supper club to "Meet and Greet" Robert. If he had half a brain he picked up on my hostility. He knew I was against this nonsense, and he went through with it anyway. There was no such thing as the "Bro Code" with Robert. It was every man for himself. My hostility only fed their desire for each other. I was in a no win situation. Of my options, which will be less painful?

Escalating my level of violence would put a quick end to this insanity, but Mary would want him more after I was done with him. If I let the evening play out Mary gets her way, but it's the least painful of my options. Mary ends up getting some strange dick and not hating me instead of me beating Robert senseless, Mary hating me, and me going to jail!

When we left the club that night with Robert in tow I gave her one more chance to reconsider what she was about to do. Mary knew how much she was hurting me, hurting us, but her mind was made up. Mary wanted Robert to fuck her and that was all there was to it.

Mary tried to sugar coat it by saying it was only one night, just something different, just a little bit of fun, she doesn't love me any less, it was only sex! She said everything that she could to justify her behavior, but it was only words to sooth over the bomb she was dropping on us.

They were slow dancing in our living room when Mary's dress fell to the floor. She was standing in front of him only in her panties and heels. My wife asked me to relax and sit in my chair and enjoy my self. No man that I know wants to get fucked over like this and there was no chance that I was staying to hear or see what my wife was going to do.

My wife and Robert walked by me on their way to our bedroom. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and went to a local bar.

That was 5 weeks ago, and I'm still pissed off. I'm still as mad as I ever was. No person ever hurt me as bad as my wife did and Robert is no less guilty. They each owe me a pound of flesh for the pain they inflicted on me, and I'm going to collect on that debt.

After 5 weeks Mary and I barely talk. I can't make myself touch her. I can never kiss her again because the thought of Robert's dick in her mouth makes me sick. My wife defiled our marriage, her body, our house, our bed, and it makes me sick just thinking about it.

In light of what I discovered yesterday it's time to end this charade of a marriage and let Mary pursue all the strange dick she wants.

It's time for me to drop a bomb of my own. It's time for me to find out if there is a marriage worth saving.

As usual when I got home from work today I got a very chilly reception. Mary didn't even look to see if it was me that walked into the house. My wife didn't look up to acknowledge that I was home. I stood by the kitchen island as she continued to fiddle with the dishes in the sink.

I cleared my throat, and she still didn't look up at me. I cleared my throat again and said, "Mary, we need to talk."

Quickly turning her head to look at me she replied, "Oh it's you. You're talking to me now? Why?"

"We need to talk Mary Lou!"

"Why, what about Michael? You've had weeks to talk to me, why talk now?"

"Mary, I need to know if we have a path forward. Do we have a marriage worth saving?

"We haven't talked in weeks so tonight you want to talk? What do you want to talk about, Michael?"

I asked Mary to have a seat at the table so we can figure things out. Tonight it's sink or swim. What do we do next? I don't want to throw 12 years away, but if I have to I will.

Mary sat across from me with her arms folded and impatiently waited for me to say something. She was agitated. She even looked angry that I wanted to talk to her. So I launched my first missile when I asked, "What are you and Robert up to?"

Mary looked at me like I have another eyeball growing from my forehead. "What are you talking about Michael? We aren't up to anything... we haven't talked! All you're trying to do is start a fight!"

I immediately replied, "No I'm not picking a fight. I need to know if you'll tell me the truth when I ask for it." So I asked again, "What have you and Robert been up to?"

With the same look on her face she told me they haven't talked. I knew she was lying to me because I already know the answer. My wife and Robert have talked many times during the last 5 weeks. How could she be so stupid? I have the phone records at my fingertips, and she knows that. Her phone records got her and Jason caught so why lie?

I asked her again if she'd please tell the truth, but she was stubborn and wouldn't say a word. That's when I dropped another bomb on her. "Mary, I didn't go to work yesterday. I followed you and Robert all afternoon."

"Michael you're such a liar!"

"Mary, do I look like I'm lying to you? I can tell you everything that you two did yesterday. Want to hear it?"

"Michael! Have you been spying on me?"

"Yes I have, because you can't be trusted anymore! So do you want to hear about your day with Robert?" I waited for a response, but nothing came out of her mouth. "Okay, I'll tell you anyway!"

"You left the house around 11:10 and drove to the Dayton mall where you parked in the old Sear's lot around back, where the church people park. You waited on Robert until 11:45 when he picked you up in a black Chevy Malibu. He drove you to the front side of the mall where he parked in the Fish Bone Grill lot and you two ate lunch. You left the Fish Bone at 12:45 and drove downtown to the Hyatt Regency. You went to room 515, and I assume you fucked him till 4:45 when he returned you to your car and you drove home. Does that about cover it Mary Lou?

Mary was absolutely stunned by what I just said. Completely speechless. I got the wide-eyed "deer in the headlights look." Her reaction was priceless.

"So this is the deal Mary Lou. If you want any hope of surviving this fiasco, if you want any hope of your parents and our friends not finding out. If you want any hope of his wife and employer not finding out you better get on the phone and get his sorry ass over here right away. I'm sure his wife and employer would love to know about his Wednesday afternoon with you in that hotel room. It's up to you Mary Lou, either you get him over here ASAP or I mail all the information that I have to his wife, his employer, and your family. The choice is yours... which will it be?"

"You've been spying on me... you bastard! I won't do it!"

"If I were you I'd be calling him to get over here. If for nothing else I'd do it for self-preservation! I have a lot more info. I know all about his wife, where they live, and who Robert works for. I'm sure his employer would like to know what he did yesterday in the hotel room they paid for. So are you going to call him or not?"

"This is black mail Michael... this is against the law! You can't do this!"

"Well Mary Lou, you sure are touchy about him. I thought it was just sex... that's what you told me. Isn't that how you justified this shit show? If you don't call him I'll mail all this stuff, and we'll see how it plays out. Get your phone Mary and call him!" She knew I was serious and wasn't playing around. The call was made. Mary cried, and I waited for the cocksucker to arrive at my house.

An hour later Robert arrived at my house.

This was going to be fun! I'm looking forward to seeing them squirm in their chairs as I drop my bomb on their heads!

Robert was pounding on the front door and Mary and I sat at the kitchen island staring at each other. She wasn't going to budge, so I told her, "Answer the door. If I have to do it your boyfriend isn't going to like it much! Don't make it worse Mary Lou!" At that moment I decided to go scorched earth on both their asses. My wife didn't give a shit about our marriage. All she cared about was Robert, her married boyfriend.

I could hear them talking in the foyer, but I didn't know what they were saying. As they entered the kitchen they stopped the bantering back and forth, and I could see the look of anger, panic, and fear on Roberts face. All three of us knew the stakes were high and anything can happen.

Finally, Robert spoke out in anger, "You piece of shit, you're blackmailing me!"

"Sit down Robert, before you get hurt," then I said, "Payback will be a bitch Robert. I know all about Wednesday and a lot more. Before you try to show me how big a dick you have you better listen up! I know where you live. I know about your wife. I know where and who you work for. I know a lot about you buddy, so don't do anything stupid, and you won't get hurt. Physically anyway. Emotionally will be another story if you don't shut up. If you want any hope of your wife and employer not finding out about Ashley Madison, my wife, and what you do on Wednesday when you should be working you'll listen to what I have to say."

"Listen dude, I'll leave and you two will never hear from me again."

Mary looked at Robert in disbelief. I could tell from the look on her face that she thought she meant more to him than just another housewife to fuck. Mary should have known that he's a pro at this shit and doesn't care anymore about her than the man in the moon!

"Too little, too late Robert! We're way past you walking out of hear unscathed. You want all the fun, but none of the responsibility, but the fun has a price, and you're going to pay for it, both of you are!"

I looked at my soon-to-be ex-wife and told her, "Go get your purse and pack an overnight bag."

Mary looked back at me with a scowl on her face and didn't move from her chair.

"Unless you want to leave tonight with more than the clothes on you back you better go pack a bag and bring me your purse. I'm staying in the kitchen, so your chicken shit boyfriend doesn't try to escape without you! Go get your purse NOW!

Mary scrambled out of her chair and quickly brought me what I asked for. "Go pack a bag Mary Lou!" They both knew how serious I was. My wife went to our bedroom and I stayed with her boyfriend Robbie. I began to empty my wife's purse and quickly found what I was looking for. I took her keys to "My" car. I took "My" credit card from her billfold, and lastly I took "My" phone. What I did leave for her was the debit card to our joint checking account. There was $3500 in the checking and she could have it. Everything that I pay for I took back.

I looked at Robert after I had finished with my wife's purse and said, "I know what you're thinking Robert. You think you can get up and walk out of here. I dare you to try! Let's see what happens to you!" Robert set in the chair with a smug look on his face, and didn't say or do a thing.

When my wife returned holding a small overnight bag I immediately stood up and pointed to the front door. "You guys are free to leave. Go live your best life together! I hope your wife likes the new arrangement Robbie. Get out of here before I beat the fuck out of you Robbie. Get Out!"

Mary knew she had fucked up beyond all repair. My wife knew that we were through, and all she had was a boyfriend that didn't want her for anything more than a sperm depository.

I took one step toward Robert and said, "Get out while you can or do you want to leave in an ambulance?"

Mary was crying by this time, but I didn't care. I was done with her. She belonged to Robert now.

"What do you want me to do with her? I can't take her home even if I wanted to!"

"Not my problem Robert. You should have thought of that before you two went behind my back. You want the fun, now you get the responsibility. Now get out!"

Mary started crying louder, like a 5-year-old girl, but it's too late for that. She has to go, and I don't care where.

I said it one more time..."Get out!"

My wife looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Michael."

"No you aren't, you're sorry you got caught, and that's all you're sorry about!"

I got up in Roberts grill.... nose to nose and told him, "Get out while you still can."

Robert put his hands up and started to back peddle to the front door. As he stepped out of the front door I told him don't forget his girlfriend. I pushed Mary out of the door and slammed it shut. They stood on the porch arguing with each other.

The first thing I did was change the pass codes to the doors and garage door opener. Mastercard put a freeze on my soon-to-be ex-wife's credit card and I had T-Marble shut her phone off. It was now up to Mary and Robert to make living arrangements.

I spent the remainder of the evening printing out all the various documents and pictures that will be sent to Roberts wife, his employer, and Mary's parents. Payback will cost them everything.

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