What Goes On

I was just twenty minutes earlier than I usually arrived home from work. Things were slow, it was a Friday, and so I left a little early. When I entered our bedroom, I saw my wife, Julie, in the master bathroom. She had apparently just finished taking a shower. She startled a little when she saw me watching her and quickly wrapped a towel around her torso.

"Jim, you're home early!" observed Julie as she moved to the side of the bed, where I noticed that she had her underwear already laid out. "You do remember that I'm going out with the girls tonight? I'm just getting cleaned up and dressed. I have a stew simmering on the stove for your dinner. I shouldn't be out too awfully late."

"Don't spend a minute worrying about me, Julie," I replied in what I felt was a very calm voice. "I won't be here when you get back anyway."

With that said I turned to the closet and pulled out a large suitcase. I placed it on the bed and began taking clothes from my drawers and placing them in the suitcase.

"Are you going on a trip, Jim?" asked Julie. "You never mentioned anything to me about it. What's going on?"

"What's going on?" I repeated? "You can probably answer that one better than I can. I will, however, tell you that I'm not going on a trip. I'm leaving you, Julie. I've had about enough. My stupid manly pride demands that I get the hell out of here."

"What're you talking about, Jim? You know I go out with the girls now and then. I've never complained about your bowling league, or an occasional poker night. Now you're getting all bent out of shape over me going out once a week with my girlfriends? You need help!"

"I probably do, but that doesn't alter the fact that I'm getting the hell out. There are certain things I expect, no that isn't right. There are certain things that I demand from my wife and you just aren't filling the bill anymore," I responded.

"What're you talking about, Jim?" demanded Julie. "I work, keep a clean house, always make you dinner, and gave you two kids. I'd say I've been a pretty damn good wife and you've got no real complaints coming."

"A few weeks ago I would've agreed with your statement, Julie, but not now. I will not be treated with disrespect, or contempt," I added.

"What in holy hell are you talking about, Jim? I've always shown you respect. I'm not going to kiss your ass or beg to be allowed a night out with my friends if that's where this is leading. I'm an independent woman and have the right to make decisions on my own," she insisted.

"That's exactly right," I quickly retorted. "But so do I. I've decided to get the hell away from here. As I said, I will not be shown such obvious disrespect from my own wife. Have a good time tonight and stay out as late as you like. I no longer give a shit!"

With that, I zipped my case closed, lifted it from the bed and headed back down the stairs.

"You miserable prick!" yelled Julie from the top of the stairs. "You'll be crawling back, begging me to forgive you, but I won't! I don't even know what the hell you're so mad about!"

I drove to a local motel and registered for the weekend. Once I was settled in, I called my cousin Mark.

"Mark, I've moved out on Julie. It was almost exactly like Betty said it would be when I got home. I caught Julie just getting out of the shower. Let's just say that Betty was right."

Wow, Jim. I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping Betty was wrong about it. Is there anything we can do to help?" asked Mark.

"Is Betty going out tonight, Mark?" I asked. "If she is, tell her to not let on that she knows anything about me leaving, and to keep an eye on Julie. I want to know if anything happens, although it probably doesn't make a shitload of difference now."

"Yeah, she's getting ready now. I'll pass this all on to her and tell her to keep an eye open and her mouth shut," promised Mark. "I'm really sorry it worked out this way, but it might not be too late. Julie could still come to her senses."

"Maybe, but this contempt she's shown me lately will be hard to forgive and I'll never forget it. I'm sure of that. I'm going to have a couple beers and go to bed. Ask Betty to call my cell in the morning if she has any information I might find interesting, okay? Thanks for everything, and especially thank Betty for me."

I was having breakfast at an IHOP when my cell rang. I saw from the caller ID that it was Betty, so I took the call.

"Hey, Jim. I'm just checking in. Julie was pretty quiet last night and she left early, and alone. I heard Dottie ask her if something was wrong, but Julie just smiled and said that she had a bad headache. The shithead stayed until quite late. He regaled the group with his amazing adventures and the girls just ate it up. I'm afraid that Julie isn't the only idiot being drawn into his web. He even spent more time than usual working on me. Maybe that's because I'm his greatest challenge. I hardly even listen to his bullshit and it's driving him nuts."

"Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Betty. If it weren't for you, I'd be the typical clueless husband," I lamented. "You've really opened my eyes."

"No offense, Jim, but you still seem pretty damn clueless to me. You've got over twenty years invested in Julie. You love the dumb bitch. You need to fight for her and not just walk away. You know damn well that she'll regret her mistakes soon. You should step to the plate and stop her from making the big one that she can't rectify. That's what I'd expect Mark to do for me," concluded Betty.

"I've given her everything I had for over twenty years. I shouldn't have to fight for her now, or ever, Betty," I insisted. "Either she's my wife and she wants to be my wife, or she doesn't. There's no middle ground on this."

"Well, at least be sure that she understands that much. She may think that she can have a little fling and keep her steady, dependable husband at the same time. You know, the best of both worlds as they say."

"That doesn't sound very good for me. Some other guy gets the heat and passion while I'm dependable and clueless? I won't stand for that scenario, not for even for a second. Julie's fucked up big this time."

"I've been giving all this some thought, Jim, and I have an idea that might help Julie see the light. I wouldn't suggest it if you hadn't already moved out and indicated that you're all but done with Julie. Could you come over for lunch tomorrow and we'll discuss it?" requested Betty.

The next afternoon saw me sitting in the living room at Mark's house. Mark and I were watching the ball game while eating soup and a sandwich. Betty walked into the room followed by a rather voluptuous blonde.

"Jim, this is my sister, Veronica, and yes, my dad had a sense of humor. She'll be staying with us for a couple months while she settles into her new job and looks for a place of her own. I think she may be the answer to your problem," Betty suggested.

"I hope you're referring to the bad case of blue balls I have recently contracted," I replied cleverly.

"Not even close, Big Boy," laughed Betty. "I've already discussed my idea with Veronica and she's game. It's all up to you now."

Later that afternoon, I pulled into my driveway and dragged my suitcase into the house.

"Jim!" cried Julie as she ran to me. "I'm so glad you came back! I was just getting ready to call you, much as I hated to be the first to give in. I still don't know what I did to upset you so much, but I'm sure we can work it out. I really missed you a lot, Darling. I love you so much!"

I mumbled a few trite sounding words of apology and carried my bag to the bedroom and unpacked my clothes. While I was doing that, I heard the phone ring and Julie answer it. A few minutes later Julie stepped into the bedroom.

"Jim, that was Betty, She's having a party Friday night and asked if we'd attend. I know that she's my friend and not yours, but you'll like her husband. He's a good guy and loves sports, just like you. She said there'll be a few other men there, as well as our girl friends from work. I told her that we'd be happy to attend, but if you don't want to go, I'll just tell her that you had already made other plans. If you don't want to go, would you mind if I went anyway? I really do enjoy Betty and the other girls that'll be there," Julie concluded.

"I'd be happy to go, Julie. I want to get to know your pals from work a lot better," I responded immediately.

Julie seemed surprised that I was willing to go to a party where I hardly knew anyone. Did I also detect a hint of disappointment, mixed with the surprise? Before I could be certain, Julie was smiling and unbuttoning her blouse.

"I think it's time for some make-up sex. Jim. I hate when we fight, especially when I don't even know what you were so mad about. Why don't you screw my brains out and then we'll discuss whatever it was that enraged you so. I'm certain that it had to be a simple misunderstanding," assured Julie.

Julie was a beautiful woman, as well as my wife of twenty two years, so I yielded to her suggestion and began to peel my clothes off.

"I shaved my little kitty for you, Jim. I thought you might like a better look at the object of your desire and the source of so much pleasure," purred Julie as she ran a finger up and down her bare slit.

I almost changed my mind about jumping into bed with Julie after her revelation about her pussy, but decided to man up and give it a pounding it wouldn't soon forget. Betty had suggested that I fight for my wife rather than just give up, so what better way than to fuck her into oblivion?

The week went by fairly normally. Julie was loving and attentive. She seemed to accept my explanation for walking out the previous Friday. I told her that I had wanted to spend a quiet evening with her and simply became angry and petulant when she told me she was going out with her friends. For some reason, Julie seemed to think that was a reasonable explanation. It demonstrated to me that she didn't understand me very well. I would never get that angry and walk out on her over something so trivial.

We got to Mark and Betty's home around seven. Julie introduced us.

"Betty, you may have seen my husband Jim a few times and I know you've heard me talk about him a lot since you and Mark moved into the area a few months ago. Here he is in the flesh. Jim, this is Betty and her husband, Mark. They are fairly new to the area. Mark was a career man in the Army and spent most of his duty in Europe, with a couple vacations in Baghdad."

I shook hands with Mark and Betty as a lovely blonde woman strolled up to us.

"Nice to meet you, Jim," smiled Betty. "Now I want both you and Julie to meet Veronica. She's moving into the area and will be staying with us until she finds a place of her own."

I watched Julie size Veronica up with some amusement. Julie was a lovely woman, but Veronica was drop-dead gorgeous. She was blonde with legs that went forever and tits that seemingly defied gravity. Julie forced a smile as she shook Veronica's hand. I offered my hand, but Veronica stepped inside it and hugged me. I could feel her amazing tits pressing against my lower chest and they felt spectacular. Our hug lasted a little longer than what might be considered customary, and that point did not go unnoticed by my wife.

We had just gotten our drinks when Betty brought a good looking guy around to introduce to me. "Jim, this is Will. He started at our work a couple weeks ahead of me, but everyone treats him likes he's been there years. He's our company's newest star."

I shook hands with the creep. He was good looking in a pretty sort of way, with every hair in place and what appeared to be freshly pressed clothes. How many single guys bothered with that shit? He appeared to be in good shape and had a really bright smile. I wanted to knock his white teeth right out of his head.

I watched with interest as Betty introduced Will to Veronica. It wasn't hard to see that he was impressed, but then, what man wouldn't be? As I mingled with the other partiers, a pattern began to develop. Will kept trying to impress Veronica and she was having no part of it. Julie seemed to somehow find her way into whatever group Will made small talk with as he relentlessly pursued Veronica.

It would have been amusing if Julie had not been my wife. As it was, I found it infuriating. Julie was trying not to be obvious, but anyone watching closely could see that she was smitten by the prick. For her part, Veronica constantly found reasons to engage me in conversation. She hung on my every word and laughed at all my jokes. All in all, she acted like a very intelligent, discerning woman.

As often happens, the subject under discussion got around to sex. More than a few people showed some surprise when Veronica stated that she preferred men with shaved genitals. She thought it looked neater and eliminated the need to pick hairs from between her teeth. I heard more than one man release a groan at that observation.

Eventually Veronica began to dominate my time and Will seemed to give up on her and turn his attention to Julie. This caused Julie to get that deer in the headlights look whenever I glanced at her. Will was the kind of guy that put his hand on a woman's back or shoulder as he spoke to her. I always felt that was a sexual thing for men and never did that with women other than my wife. Will knew the effect touches and small caresses had on the fairer sex. Oddly, it wasn't too long before Julie was finding reasons to stand near me. She was quite cool to Veronica, but Veronica failed to notice and often touched my arm or shoulder as she made her point, much like Will had done with Julie. Now and then she even leaned in and touched me with her points. It was a great party!

On the drive home, Julie let me know that she was upset with Veronica's attention to me. I maintained innocence along with plausible male stupidity.

"She kept touching your arm or back all night. She laughed at every stupid joke you told. Then she was totally inappropriate with her comments about sex. I hate to say it but Betty's sister seems to be a real slut. You'd better avoid her like the plague, Jim," cautioned Julie.

"Julie, you're making way too much out of this," I responded reasonably. "Just because she is so damn beautiful with incredible tits and a really firm, tight ass, you think that she's some kind of slut. Hell, I saw that guy Will touching your arm and back as he spoke to you and even whisper a few things so no one else could hear. By your reasoning, that would mean he was trying to get into your little panties. He hasn't been hitting on you at work, has he?"

"No! He's always a perfect gentleman," answered Julie far too quickly. "He's younger and single and has all sorts of women after him. He'd never be interested in me."

"Does that mean I married an undesirable woman? That you have no sex appeal left, and men don't find you attractive?" I asked.

"Of course not, Jim. I look okay for my age and I look great to you, but you have blurred vision when you look at me. You see me as a sexy woman while other men see me as a middle aged mom. You're my husband and you're supposed to be biased."

"That's kind of insulting, Julie. I didn't marry a dog. I'm not blind, or even biased. I have an attractive, sexy wife that other men naturally desire. I wouldn't have it any other way, as long as you realize that I'm the only dude that drinks from that well. Don't insult me by demeaning yourself again, and never underestimate your appeal to other men. That mistake could get you into a lot of trouble. Men are pretty much alike. They want to bang every good looking woman that they see. Most of us have the sense and decency to control those desires and urges. Some do not, but trust no man but me with that bare little kitty," I stated seriously.

Julie looked at me in surprise for ten or fifteen seconds. Then she nodded her head slowly.

"Jim, I think you've just given me a very nice compliment, as well as a reason to worry about you with attractive women. You want to screw every good looking woman you see? You think other men feel that way about me? You think that I'm attractive and desirable to most men, even younger ones? Is that really how men think?" she asked.

"Pretty much, when men actually take the trouble to think. Mostly, we simply react to stimuli, like nice tits and angry wives, and jealous husbands. These are the things that control our reactions to situations, along with a few others that I've naturally forgotten."

The next night Julie came to bed in a sheer nightie. She pulled back the covers to climb into bed when she suddenly gave my crotch a second look. The she jerked the covers off to reveal my naked body.

"What in hell did you do?" she demanded.

"I just stroked the little guy while I was waiting for you, Julie. It helps get him standing strong and ready for action, so don't be upset," I replied.

"I'm not talking about you being hard, Jim. You have no hair down there. What made you do..was it because that tramp said she like shaved balls? Are you hoping to score with that bitch? Is that why you shaved?" demanded Julie.

"Of course not, Julie! I just liked the way you looked shaved and though that I'd try it. You wouldn't shave because some other man said he liked bare pussies, and I certainly would never accuse you of it," I added defensively.

Julie just began to cry and headed back to the bathroom. I was asleep by the time she returned to bed. The next night there was more trouble when I got home from work.

"What in hell happened to your hair?" asked a stunned Julie. "It looks like you stopped for a shoe polish and the guy polished the wrong end. What's with that ridiculous black hair?"

"I just thought I was beginning to look old with all that gray hair. I decided it was about time I did something about it," I answered petulantly.

"I loved the way your hair was gray at the temples. It made you look distinguished. Now you just look plain silly. How long before it can it be washed out?" wondered Julie.

So we had a bad week. That weekend we were invited to another party held by other work friends, but Julie was less keen to go this time. Then she spoke with Betty Friday morning at work and learned that Veronica would not be there. That seemed to change Julie's mind and we went.

Good old Will was there and he seemed to be chatting Julie up quite a bit. It was a little before nine when Veronica rang the bell. After some small talk with a few ladies, she gravitated over to my side. Will had abandoned Julie and followed Veronica around like a lost puppy until she settled next to me. Then Julie lost all interest in the clever things that Will had to offer and became a permanent fixture on my left side. Veronica literally paid her no attention.

It was during a discussion of colors that Veronica made the observation that yellow and brown made a great combination in housing colors. Then she complimented me on how young I looked and asked if I had done something with my hair. I heard Julie actually gag. It was another great party. Once again, Julie bitched about "that bitch" all the way home and over the course of the weekend.

It seemed to escalate Monday when Julie got home to find painters just adding the finishing touches on our house. We were now the proud owners of the only brown house in the neighborhood with yellow trim and shutters.

When she came through the door, I wondered if I should dial 911. Her face was purple and her eyes were bulging. I could not detect any breathing, although her mouth was wide open. Oddly, no sounds were forthcoming either. Finally, after almost a minute, she let it all out, and loudly.

"You stupid skirt chasing bastard! Not only does the house look like shit, but everyone will know that you painted it these colors because that big titted slut announced to the world that she liked this dumbass combination. Could you be any more obvious, asshole?" demanded Julie in a rage. "First, you shave your balls, which makes you look like a little boy, by the way. The you put shoe polish in your hair, which makes you look like an asshole, by the way. Now, you've not only embarrassed yourself, but you've made me the laughing stock of the neighborhood. My friends will lose all respect for me because they'll all know that you did it to please that damned harlot. Why don't you just take out an ad in the paper telling the world that you want to fuck that whore?"