Belinda Screws Up

By Just Plain Bob

I saw her in the rearview mirror, standing there looking as if she were just about to be hit by a runaway freight train.  It was a miserable way to end a marriage of over twenty years, but I had given her a chance and it wasn’t my fault that she made the wrong choice.

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Belinda and I had met at my cousin’s wedding reception.  She was a friend of the brides and had come to the wedding with a date.  I took one look at her and knew – just knew – that she was meant to be my life partner.  I ignored the fact that she was there with a date and I moved in on her.  I asked her to dance when her date went off to use the bathroom and as we moved around on the dance floor I told her that I hoped her date wasn’t too attached to her because I intended to make her mine.  She laughed and said:

“Really?”

“Yes really?”

“Well in that case I hope you have a good memory” and she told me her phone number.

While I was committing the number to memory she said, “Oops, here comes Jeff and I am his date.”

I walked her back to the table she was sharing with some friends and she introduced me to them and then she gave me a wicked smile and said to those at the table: 

“Remember the name.  He says he is going to make me his.  If he manages you just might see him around.”

That got a few laughs from the people at the table and a murderous stare from Jeff.  I raised her hand to my lips, kissed it and said, “I’ll call you.”

I called, we started dating and a year latter we were married.  Over the course of the next twenty years we had a very good life together.  She bore me three children, two boys and a girl, and she did a marvelous job of raising them and spoiling me.

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Our youngest had just departed for basic training and Belinda was at loose ends so she went looking for a job.  She found a job as a secretary for a local auto parts company and she had been on the job two weeks when one morning she told me that she was going to be late that night.  I asked her why and she told me that she was going to stop after work for drinks with some of the girls she worked with to get to know them better.  I didn’t even think twice about it, I just said:

“Have a good time sweetie.”

“Thank you honey, I’ll try not to be too late.”

I’m normally in bed by nine-thirty because I get up at five so I told her not to wake me when she got home.  The next day I asked her how her night had gone and she told me that she’d had a good time.

“There are a lot of nice people working there.  Honey, would it bother you if I joined their little group?  They stop every Thursday night after work and I’d really like to get to know them better.”

Why would I mind?  I had my bowling league on Thursday and I wouldn’t be home until nine anyway so I told Belinda to go ahead and enjoy.  A couple of months went by and sometimes Belinda would be home when I got home from bowling and sometimes she wouldn’t get in until after I had gone to bed.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Why should I?  We had been married for over twenty years and Belinda had never given me any reason to wonder or worry about what she was doing.

The dark clouds stated appearing on the horizon about five months after she had started her job.  I didn’t recognize them as such at the time, but looking back I can almost pin point the time that things began to change.  Belinda was always talking about the people she worked with; about how this guy was this and this woman was that and so and so did such and such.  The one she talked the most about was Carla.

Carla was three times divorced and was currently single and she swore she would never tie herself down with a man again.  She dated a lot, had no steady boyfriend and my take on her, from what Belinda told me, was that she was a round-heeled tramp.  Apparently she and Belinda had become good friends and Carla would share her exploits with Belinda who would then pass them on to me over the dinner table.

“You’ll never guess what crazy Carla did Monday night.  She and James, I told you about James didn’t I?  Anyway, she and James had stopped at a bar after work and after about an hour James took her to his place.  She had never been there before and she didn’t know that he had a roommate.  She and James were having sex when the roommate walked in on them.  It was an awkward moment, but Carla diffused it by saying that she had enough for both of them.  Can you believe it?  Both of them?  I can’t even imagine something like that.”

A week later on a Friday night it was, “You know what Carla did last night?  A guy she’d never met before asked her to dance and an hour later she left the bar with him.  Thirty minutes later she was back and Barb said, “What’s the matter, find out he had a wife and dump him?”  Carla said, “No, I did him on his back seat and then he took off.”  Isn’t that just outrageous?”

I got one or two of those stories every week, but the light bulb never went off over my head.  I could never understand what Belinda saw in Carla and how the two of them could get so close that Carla would share her sex life with Belinda.  I supposed that it must have been an opposites attract kind of thing.  After a couple of months of being regaled with Carla stories I made the comment that she sounded like a real whore.

“That’s probably the reason she has been divorced three times; got her ass caught cheating.”

Belinda didn’t say anything to that, but the Carla stories stopped.

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  A little more time went by and one day I read in the paper that the auto parts company that Belinda worked for was having some financial problems and that bankruptcy was possible.  I mentioned it to Belinda and asked if it was going to affect her.

“It could if they actually have to go Chapter 11, but we are all hopeful that it won’t happen.”

The next day she told me that it was going to affect her after all.  “They are reorganizing and it is going to mean that I’m going to have to work late some nights”

“What does that mean, some nights?”

“I guess it means that some nights I’m going to be asked to stay late.”

“Oh well, I guess it goes with the job.  I just hope the extra effort pays off for you.”

“I hope so too.  I like the job and I like the people I work with and I don’t want to have to start over again some place else.

Two days later she called me on my cell and told me that she would be working late that night.  I asked her how late and she said she didn’t have any idea, but they had told everybody they were going to order take out around seven.

“All right sweetie.  If you aren’t home by the time I go to bed I’ll see you in the morning.”

After that, one or two nights a week Belinda had to work late.  There was no more in the papers about the parts company so I guessed that whatever they were doing as far as reorganizing was working.  A couple of more months went by and then it was the end of bowling until the summer leagues started.  I went home after work and around seven I got tired of watching TV so I decided to go down to the lounge, have a drink or two with my wife and meet a few of her co-workers.

I walked into the lounge and looked around the room for Belinda and finally spotted her out on the dance floor with some guy.  They were dancing pretty close and I saw the man’s hand slide down her back and come to rest on her ass.  When she didn’t push the hand away or step back from the man I suddenly decided not to have a drink with her after all.  Instead, I looked for a nice dark corner to sit in.

 For the next two hours I sat there, sipped beer and watched as Belinda danced with the same man.  When I first came in he walked her back to a table where she was apparently sitting with a half dozen other girls, but after a half-hour or so and three or four dances she went to the booth with him where he had been sitting. 

For the next hour and a half she stayed with him.  Every time they danced Belinda was molded to his body and his hands were all over hers.  I was getting more and more steamed by the minute and the only thing that kept me from going over and raining on their parade was that I wanted to know more about what was going on.  When they finished a dance and went back to the booth and she slid in next to him instead of sitting across from him and then kissed him I got up and went outside.  I got in my car and moved it to where I could see Belinda’s car and then I sat and waited to see what would happen next.

 I had no idea how long I was going to have to wait because I had no idea of when Belinda usually came home.  If she wasn’t there before I fell asleep I usually slept too soundly for her to wake me up when she came in.  It could have been ten or it could have been three in the morning.  It was ten-thirty when Belinda came out of the bar with the people she had originally been sitting with before joining the man in his booth.  The group scattered to their cars and drove off.

 Belinda got in her car and sat there for about five minutes before the man came out of the bar and got in the car with her.  They talked for about five minutes and then they slid towards each other and started necking.  From where I was sitting I could see Belinda’s sweater when it was pushed up on her shoulders and that told me that the man’s hands were on her tits, but I couldn’t actually see what his hands, or hers, were doing.  What I thought I saw was arm motion that indicated that the man was getting a hand job from Belinda. 

What ever they were doing they did it and necked for about the next fifteen minutes and then they separated, talked for several more minutes and then the man got out of her car, got into his and drove off.  As soon as he was gone Belinda got out of her car and went back into the bar and I assumed that it was so she could straighten herself up before coming home just in case I might still be up.  As soon as the door closed behind her I started up and drove home.  I was in bed pretending to be asleep when Belinda got home twenty minutes later.

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I didn’t say anything to Belinda about what I’d seen and for the next week I did my best to act as if everything was normal.  The next Thursday I was back in the dark corner wearing as much of a disguise as I could come up with.  I had been wearing contacts for about fifteen years so I bought a pair of reading glasses with heavy horn-rimmed frames and punched the lens out.  I have never worn a hat so I got a baseball cap and pulled the bill down low to block part of my face.  Not much, but since Belinda was used to seeing me without glasses and a hat and I was sitting in a dark corner I thought I could get by.

She came in about a quarter to six with the same group of women she had been sitting with the previous Thursday and they put three table together right next to the dance floor.  For the next hour until the band started up at seven the group sat, talked and had drinks.  Belinda sat next to and talked mostly with a dark haired woman and I thought she might be Carla.

The band started to play and guys started going over to the table and asking the girls to dance.  Belinda danced with two or three different guys, but didn’t seem to show an interest in any of them.  About eight a guy asked the woman I thought might be Carla to dance and when the music stopped she went back to the booth where he had been sitting with two buddies and sat down with him.  She danced with all three of the men and all three of them danced real close with her and felt her up pretty good and then she necked with all three when she went back to their booth.  During that period Belinda danced with three different guys, but didn’t seem interested in them.

Around nine Carla went over to the table and talked for a minute with Belinda and then Belinda got up and followed Carla back to the booth and sat down with her and the three men.  Over the next forty-five minutes Belinda danced with all three of the men and they treated her much as they had Carla and she necked in the booth with them as Carla had.

At five to ten Carla and two of the men got up and left and Belinda was left sitting in the booth across from the remaining man and he got up and moved to sit beside her.  They necked for a bit, danced a couple of dances and then went back to the booth and necked some more.  When Belinda got up to go to the ladies room I got up and left the bar.  I moved my car to where I could watch Belinda’s car and settled down to wait. 

Twenty minutes went by and then Belinda and the man came out and stopped just outside the door and talked for a minute and then they headed away from me to the other end of the lot and got into his car.  I couldn’t see much from where I was sitting, but I could see them sitting and talking and then they slid together and started necking.  It went on for about twenty minutes and then they broke apart, got out of his car and walked to Belinda’s.  They talked for another minute and then he took her in his arms and kissed her.  They stayed locked together for almost a minute and then they broke apart and Belinda got in her car and he went back to his.  He started and drove off and as soon as he was out of sight Belinda got out of her car and went back into the bar to freshen up and that time I stayed and waited.  She came out ten minutes later, got in her car and headed for home. 

I let her go and then I went back into the lounge for a drink.  I sat at the bar and struck up a conversation with the bartender.

“I may have to start coming in her more often.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve been in her twice now and both times I’ve seen a lot of action going on with the girls at that table over there.”

“It sure looks like it, don’t it.”

“I’m always looking for a fun time.  Do they come in here often?”

“Every Thursday night.”

“Only on Thursday?”

“Two of them, Carla and Belinda are in here on other nights, but the rest of them only come in on Thursday.”

I left him a tip and told him I was going to become a Thursday regular from then on.  Driving home the thought occurred to me that Belinda wasn’t working the nights she said she was.  Those nights had to be the ‘other nights’ that the bartender told me Belinda came in.

Belinda was still up when I got home.  “Where have you been?  When I got home and you weren’t here I got worried.”

“Tonight was the last night of bowling and the guys stuck around to have a few beers and discuss what we want to do as far as a summer league is concerned.”

“When do summer leagues start?”

“Next week.”

“What did you decide?”

“Haven’t yet.  Dave and Sam want to move to Wednesday and Chuck and Bill want to stay with Thursday.”

“Sounds like you get to be the tie breaker.  What do you want to do?”

“I don’t really care, but I’m leaning toward Wednesday.”

“I think you should stay with Thursday.”

“Why?”

“Because that is the night I stop with the girls.  It just makes sense for our nights out to be the same.”

Right, I thought, that way I won’t be sitting at home wondering what you might be doing because I’d be occupied.

“I hadn’t looked at it that way.  I suppose that you are right.”

“Anyway, I’m glad you are home.  I’m horny as hell.  That give you any ideas?”

Actually it did.  I was curious to see if my dick would get hard considering the thoughts that I was having about Belinda.  It was slow to show, but a Belinda blow job got me up and running and I guess I performed well enough to suit her.

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 Monday she called me on my cell and told me she had to work late.  I left work early and was parked just down the street from where she worked when she came out of the building with Carla.  They both got into Belinda’s car and I wasn’t at all surprised when Belinda headed for the lounge.  I followed them and parked in the back where I could watch Belinda’s car and then I settled in to wait.

Three hours later Carla and Belinda came out with the same three men from Thursday night.  Carla got in back with the two who had left with her and the one Belinda had necked with got in front with her.  Belinda started the car and I got ready to follow, but Belinda didn’t leave the lot; she just drove to the back of the lot and pulled in behind the dumpster.  I couldn’t see anything from where I was, but it was dark out and even darker behind the dumpster so I got out of the car and tried to work my way closer to Belinda’s car without being seen.

I couldn’t do it.  The half moon in the clear night gave just enough light that I would be seen if I went around either end of the dumpster.  I noticed that the dumpster lids, which were propped open, had large cutouts around the hinge points and I wondered if I could see anything if I climbed inside the dumpster and looked through one of the cutouts.  The moon was on the other side of Belinda’s car so I wouldn’t be back lit if anyone in the car happened to glance toward the cutout.  I thought that I would give it a try before going to Plan B which was to walk up to the car, rap on the window and ask Belinda just what the fuck she was doing.

Hoping that I wouldn’t step into anything stinky I quietly climbed into the dumpster and moved to the center cutout.  I had a perfect view down into the car and the moonlight let me get a good look.  Carla was on the backseat on her knees, skirt up around her waist, and her head was bobbing up and down on the cock sticking up out of one guy’s fly.  The second guy was behind her and he had his pants down around his ankles and his cock buried in her from behind.  From my angle I couldn’t tell if he was in her cunt or her ass.

In the front seat Belinda’s blouse was open and her bra was undone and the man with her had his right tit in his mouth.  His cock was sticking out of his fly and Belinda had her had on it and she was stroking him as she looked over the back of the seat at what was going on in back.  The man she was jacking off said something and she turned to look at him and said something.  He said something and I saw Belinda shake her head no.  The man said something else and put a hand on Belinda’s head and tried to push it down on his cock.  She let go of his dick and slapped his hand away from her.  The windows of the car were closed so I couldn’t hear what was going on, but I did hear the: 

“God damn it, I said no!” so she really must have screamed it at him.

He pulled back from her and Belinda let her bra slip off and fall to the floor and she buttoned up her blouse.

In the back the man fucking Carla finished and he pulled out of her and then there was a major reshuffle in the car as she took her mouth off the man she was sucking and the men all changed position.  The man up front moved to the back and sat down so Carla could suck him while the man she had been sucking got behind her to fuck her.  The man with he limp dick moved up front and started talking to Belinda as she looked into the back and watched as Carla serviced the two men.

After a couple of minutes of talking the man in front with Belinda slid a little closer to her, put an arm around her and kissed her.  They necked for a bit and I saw him unbutton her blouse and start playing with her tits.  His limp dick was still sticking out of his fly and he took Belinda’s hand and put it on his cock and she started fondling it.  For several minutes Belinda necked with the man while he played with her tits and his dick grew hard in her hand.

The man fucking Carla came and pulled out of her and then moved up front and Belinda ended up sitting in the middle between two men.  Carla rolled over on her back and spread her legs for the man she had been sucking and he shoved his cock into her.  I noticed for the first time that Carla was wearing spiked heels and her legs were pointing straight up as the man fucked her and I wondered if her heels would poke a hole in the headliner.

When I turned my attention back to the front seat I saw that the two men were working on Belinda.  They had her legs pulled apart and her skirt pushed up to her waist and the one on the left was kissing her and finger fucking her while the one on the right was sucking on one tit and rolling the nipple of the other between his fingers.  Belinda had a cock in each hand and she was stroking them both.

The man kissing her broke the kiss and Belinda laid her head against the back of the seat, eyes closed, as the two men worked on her.  The man on the right kissed her, then the man on the left and then back to the one on the right.  Just as both men took turns kissing her they took turns finger fucking her and sucking on her tits.

She was kissing the man on her left when suddenly she jerked her face away from him and looked to the right.  I saw that the man on her right had cum on her leg.  She said something and the man on the right said something and she brought her hand up and looked at it.  Cum was dripping off her fingers and she looked at the hand for a couple of seconds and then she licked her hand clean.

The man on the right said something and then laughed and then the man on the left said something and Belinda turned her attention to him.  Her left hand let go of his cock and she took it in her right hand and started beating him off while the two of them swapped tongues.  In less than a minute he shot his wad, Belinda licked her hand clean and then began wiping up the mess with her skirt.

By the time Belinda had gotten the man on her left off Carla and the man fucking her had finished and they were rearranging their clothes.  The man on Belinda’s right had put his cock away and zipped up and so I guessed they were getting ready to go.  I quietly climbed out of the dumpster and headed back to my car and then waited to see what would happen next.

Several minutes later Belinda pulled out from behind the dumpster and parked by the door of the bar.  Everyone got out and headed into the bar, but before Belinda followed them she opened the truck of the car and got out bag and took it into the bar with her.  Twenty minutes later Belinda and Carla came out, got in the car and drove off and I started up my car and drove home.

As I drove home I thought about what I had just witnessed.  Belinda had abandoned herself to the mouths and hands of three men and had had three different cocks in her hand, two of which she had jacked off to completion.  She had vehemently said no to a blow job and in the three times I had managed to watch her she had not been fucked.  I suppose what she was doing was cheating, but I had to ask myself if it was ‘bad’ cheating.  Was she just having some vicarious fun and thinking as long as she didn’t fuck them and suck them it was okay?

I don’t know what she was thinking, but I do know what I thought about it.  She was lying to me and had been for several months.  She was not working late and her girl’s night out was a lot more than just that.  Even if she hadn’t fucked or sucked the men she had gone out to the parking lot with, how many hand jobs had she given?  How many times had she licked some guy off her fingers and then come home to me and kissed me?  And what was I going to do about it?

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If I was right Belinda would be coming home hotter that a forest fire and wanting to fuck.  I debated being in bed and pretending to be asleep, but in the end I decided to be mean.  I was in the kitchen when Belinda got home and when she walked in she said:

“Oh goody, you’re up” and she went to kiss me and I turned my face away from her.  She pulled back and said, “Why did you do that?”

“You need to do something about your breath.”

She looked at me for a second and then said, “I guess I’d better hurry up and do it then since I’m horny as hell and intend to take advantage of the fact that you are up.”

“Not tonight sweetie.  I’ve had a miserable headache almost all day.  That’s why I’m still up; it hurts my head to lie down.”

She was clearly upset that she wasn’t going to get her itch scratched, but what could she do but accept it like I had to when she used the headache excuse on me.

“Well I’m going to bed then, I hope you feel better in the morning” and she headed for the bedroom.

 I went into the living room, picked up a magazine and read it until I thought Belinda had been in bed long enough to fall asleep and then I went to the bedroom and checked.  She was softly snoring away so I got her car keys from her purse and went out to her car.  I opened the trunk and saw two bags.  I checked one and saw that it held the cum covered nylons she had been wearing and the skirt she had used to wipe things up with.

The other bag had a couple of changes of underwear, nylons, two skirts and a blouse.  Down at the bottom of the bag were six still wrapped condoms.  If she hadn’t already done it, Belinda was clearly getting ready to fuck someone.  I put everything back where I found it, closed the trunk and then went back inside the house and went to bed.

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In the morning I was up and out of the house before Belinda woke up.  I spent most of my day at work thinking about what to do.  I decided to go straight at it.  That night when I got home Belinda asked me how my head was and I said I was fine.

“Did you take aspirin or something?  You seemed to be sleeping soundly when I got up to go to the bathroom.”

“I didn’t have a headache last night, I just didn’t want to fuck you.”

That got her attention because I’d never used that word with her before.  For over twenty years we had made love, we had never fucked.  She gave me a strange look and then asked:

“Why didn’t you want to make love to me?”

“I didn’t want sloppy seconds.”

Her face got red and she angrily snapped, “How dare you accuse me of something like that?”

“Where were you last night?”

“I was working late.  You know that because I called you at work and told you.”

“Yes, and you were lying through your teeth” I said as I got ready to tell one of my own.  “I worked late last night and I thought it might be a nice idea to stop and get some take out, drop by your place, have a quick bite to eat with you before going home.  Imagine my surprise to find the place locked up tight, no lights on and the parking lot empty.  So tell me Belinda, who were you with and what were you doing?”

She was silent for several seconds and then she said, “I went out and had a few drinks with Carla.”

“Carla and who else?”

“Nobody else, just me and Carla.”

“And all those other nights you said you were working late?”

“Spending time with Carla.”

“Just Carla?

“Yes.”

“And what did you and ‘just Carla’ do?”

“We just went out for drinks and talked.”

“And for that you had to lie to me?”

“You made your feeling about her clear when you called her a round heeled whore.  I thought it would be best if I never brought her name up any more.  She’s my friend, I like her, I like talking to her and I like spending time with her.  You don’t like what you were hearing about her so I kept it from you.”

“And I’m supposed to accept that?  You tell me how big a slut she is and then you go and run with her and I’m supposed to just accept it when you tell me that all you do is drink and talk?”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t believe you, but I have too much invested in this marriage to push it.  I am going to say that I don’t want associating with her any more.”

“I’m forty-three years old John; I’m way past having other people decide who I can be friends with and who I can’t.”

“That gets to be your choice then.  Your marriage or your friend.  Here is how I see it.  I’ve been the only man in your life and you listen to Carla tell you about all the fun she is having with all the guys and it makes you curious about other men.  That will eventually lead you to try another man or two, if you haven’t already, and I won’t live with that.  You keep running with Carla and you will kill your marriage.  You get to make the choice.”

“Damn it John, that’s not fair.  I told you I haven’t done anything and I don’t intend to.”

“I’ve said my piece Belinda.  It is all on you now” and I got up from the table and went out into the garage to change the oil and spark plug on the lawn mower.

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I was giving her a free ride on what she had already done.  I was pissed at her, but you don’t just throw away a marriage that had been good for twenty-three years.  I had convinced myself that she hadn’t yet let another man fuck her even though the condoms in her trunk told me she was considering it.  I could get over the necking and the hand jobs, but I knew if she kept hanging with Carla it was only a matter of time until those condoms started to get used.  I’d made my speech and my position on the matter should be crystal clear to Belinda so all I could do was wait and see.

It was three the next afternoon when Belinda called me at work.  “I just wanted to let you know I’ll be late getting home tonight.”

“Oh?  Working late again?” I said sarcastically.”

“No John, Carla and I are going to stop for drinks.”

“Okay Belinda, just remember, it was your choice” and I hung up on her.

I walked down to the bosses office and told him I need to leave early to take care of a personal problem.  I stopped by a storage place and bought some boxes and by nine that night I had everything that I wanted out of the house and was checked into a motel.  I turned off my cell phone and went to bed.

I hadn’t been at work five minutes the next morning when Belinda called me on the phone.

“What did you do John?”

“I moved out.”

“Why in God’s name did you do that?”

“I told you that the choice was yours Belinda.  I made it as plain as I could that the choice was your marriage or Carla and at three in the afternoon yesterday you called me and told me that your choice was Carla.  Now if you’ll excuse me I have to get to work.”

“You are being absolutely unreasonable John.”

“I don’t think so Belinda.  Good-bye” and I hung up on her.  The phone rang almost immediately and I saw from caller ID that it was Belinda so I didn’t answer it.  She called a dozen more times during the day and I didn’t take one of them.

She was waiting for me in the parking lot when I got off work.

 “We need to talk John.”

“No we don’t.  I said my piece the other night.”

“John, I don’t know where your head is, but you are off your rocker if you think that my associating with Carla is going to make me cheat on you.”

“Define cheating for me Belinda.  What is and what isn’t cheating?”

“Having affairs with other men.”

“Is that all?  Aren’t there other forms of cheating also?”

“What are you getting at John?”

“Let me give you a few examples Belinda and then you tell me if they are cheating or not cheating.  A married woman leaves a bar with a man who is not her husband, gets in a car with him and necks with him for half an hour.  Is that cheating?  How about while they are necking he plays with her tits and she gives him a hand job; is that cheating?”

She just stared at me and I could swear that I read “what does he know” in her eyes.  “Well, what is your answer?”

“She doesn’t make love to the man?”

“No.”

“Then she isn’t really cheating.”

“See Belinda, that is where we differ.  I think it is cheating.”

“What has that got to do with us and the situation that we are in?”

“It is what you did Belinda.  It is what you did the three times that I know of and God only knows how many other times.”

She was indignant, “How in the hell can you accuse me of something like that?”

“Easy Belinda, I watched.  Bowling has been over for three weeks now.  Two weeks ago since I didn’t have to bowl I thought I’d stop in at the lounge, have a couple of drinks with you and meet some of your co-workers.  When I walked in you were out on the dance floor with some guy and he was feeling you up and you were doing nothing to stop him.  I moved to a dark corner and I sat and watched you and I was in the parking lot watching you when he got in your car with you and you did what you did.”

I saw her face go pale as what I was telling her registered on her.  “The next Thursday I was back in that same dark corner when you and your group walked in and I watched you in the booth with Carla and the three guys and I was outside in my car when you went and got in the mans car and I saw what you did.”

I stared at her for a few seconds and then said, “You cheated on me Belinda.  You can say that what you did wasn’t cheating all you want, but to me it was.  Why do you have rubbers in the trunk of your car?”

“What?”

“Simple question Belinda, why do you have rubbers in the trunk of your car?”

“You are out of your mind John.”

I snatched her purse away from her and took out her car keys.  I walked over to the trunk of her car and put the key in the lock.  “Are you sure I’m out of my mind Belinda?  When I open this trunk what am I going to find?”

She just stared at me without saying a word so I popped open the trunk.  There were the same two bags.  I picked up the smaller of the two and dumped it out.  There was a skirt, a thong and a pair of nylons and they all had traces of dried cum on them.

“What’s this Belinda?” and I held up the stained pair of nylons.

She just stared at me wordlessly and I dropped the nylons and picked up the other bag.  “This bag had six condoms in it the other night.  How many are there in there now Belinda?  Are there still six in there now, or did some get used last night while you were out having, what was it you said, having drinks with Carla?”

I dropped the bag back in the trunk as I said, “I don’t really want to know how many rubbers are in the bag Belinda.  If it is any less than six I don’t know what I might do.  You still haven’t answered my question Belinda, why do you have condoms in the trunk?  And while I am on the subject, why are there cum stained nylons, a cum stained skirt and a cum stained thong in your trunk?”

I closed the trunk and walked over to her and handed her the keys and then I walked around her and opened the door to my car.  Behind me I heard her say:

“It isn’t what you think John, I can explain.”

I turned to face her and said, “Okay, I’m listening.”

“That stuff is Carla’s.  She doesn’t have a car so when we go out I drive and she keeps that stuff in the trunk.”

“The cum stained clothes?”

“You’ve heard me talk about her John, about how wild she is.  A lot of the times we go out she will go out in the parking lot with some guy and she always has spare clothes in case things get messy.”

“And you don’t understand why I didn’t want you around her?”

“I’m a grown women John and I can take care of myself.  Just because Carla is wild doesn’t mean I will be.”

“So you maintain that the clothes and rubbers are Carla’s?”

“Yes.”

“Carla doesn’t use rubbers Belinda.  Not one rubber was used when she fucked those three men on your back seat while you were parked behind the dumpster the other night.”

I saw the shock register on her face.

 “That’s right Belinda, I saw it all.  What Carla did on the back seat and what you did on the front seat.  I watched you use your skirt to clean up the mess and I saw you go back into the bar and change out of the dirty skirt into a clean one.  Those cum stained clothes are yours, not Carla’s.  While I’m on the subject, the other night behind the dumpster you were wearing white cotton undies so that means the cum stained thong is from last night.  What do you have to say now Belinda?  I still want you to tell me why you have condoms.”

She didn’t say a word, just stood there and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

“I knew all of this when we talked night before last.  You want to know why I turned my head when you tried to kiss me?  I had just finished watching you lick the cum of two men off your fingers.  No way was I going to let your mouth touch mine after that.”

I thought I saw her getting ready to tear up on me.  She knew that I hated to see her cry and she was getting ready to try and use that fact to get to me, but it wasn’t going to work this time.

“Even knowing that Belinda, even knowing everything that I’d found out and seen on the three nights I watched you I sucked it up and put it behind me to try and save our marriage.  All I asked was that you put and end to what you were doing with Carla.  I gave you a “Get out of jail free” card Belinda and last night you tore it up and threw it away.  At three o’clock yesterday afternoon you called me and told me that you were choosing your nights fucking around in parking lots over our marriage.  Marriage over, I moved out.  It is as simple as that.”

I got in my car, started it up and drove away while she stood there and watched me go.