When We Were Married Ch. 01

I wait for a second, then pulled her head back by her hair so I could ravage her mouth with my tongue while she kept pushing and pulling 12 inches of hard plastic in and out of her pussy and then I started pushing forward into her ass.

As I licked her lips, I halted my conquest of her ass again and said, "I may be guilty of ignoring you for my job, Debbie, but I never stopped loving you. And I never stopped being turned on by you."

As I continued speaking, I emphasized each word with a hard thrust deeper into her ass.

I...want....your.....ass....and./....your ....mouth...and....your...pussy. I ....want....yoouu.."

With the final "you," I made a last thrust and began squirting.

Not a whole lot, mind you, but she definitely knew I was in there and having a good time.

When I finally stopped I pulled out and rolled onto my back beside her. After awhile, she pulled the vibrator out and turned it off, than rolled to lie facing me.

"What the hell was that all about? And a vibrator? Why, how?"

"Look, Debbie, I've had time to think. I was wrong to accuse you of cheating on me. I believe you haven't been. It's just that....I can't help thinking that's you're not happy. I can't help believing you're thinking about us – you and me – in the past tense. And I know some of that is my fault. I have been too focused on my work. But you...two people have to try to save a marriage. One of them can't. And I'm not really sure you want to save our marriage."

She looked into my eyes and I know there was satisfaction and I think there was affection, but there was also sadness.

"Bill...I just never...expected that you would pick up on that one little thing I said. But you're right. There is a problem....a problem in our marriage. I – I can't...I wish I could talk about it...we need to talk...but I can't right now. And....the sex just now was great. It was like the old days. But one good – one great fuck – can't make up for years....years.."

I put my finger to her lips to stop her.

"I know it can't, Deb. No magic bullet, but I just wanted to let you know that I still want you...and I need you...Just remember that....okay. Oh, and I didn't know this was going to happen, but I saw some vibrators a few months ago when we were prosecuting that call girl ring case and I thought about getting one for us then. As I was coming home tonight, it just popped into my head that you might get a kick out of it too."

She gave me a little smile.

"I did. Thank you."

"My pleasure, really."

And then again, "Really, really."

She gave me a small smile. "I could tell. Twice in a few minutes. It's been a long time."

We talked a little more, but finally I rolled over to turn out the light on my side of the bed and after she walked out of the shower she slid into bed next to me. But if I'd expected her to move next to my body, to snuggle, I was wrong. She lay on her side of the bed, back turned to me and I watched her breath. From time to time there would be a deep breath and then a shuddering exhalation. There was no sound, but she could have been crying.

It was then that I knew Roy's advice was well intentioned, but dead wrong. We'd had a good roll in the hay, but as she said, nothing had changed. I hadn't conquered her body, left her a quivering mass of nerve endings and re-conquered her heart. All I'd done was given her some orgasms and a pretty big surprise. And from what I knew about the emails, tonight hadn't and couldn't make a difference. I didn't see how it was possible, but I felt more depressed lying next to my well-fucked wife.

The next day we made progress in seating juries in the three cases we had launched and I found myself as usual up to my eyeballs in crises, demands on my time and energy and I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about my home situation. It was easy to fall back into the normal groove of devoting 110 percent of myself to work.

I got home at 10 p.m. Monday night. Both the kids were upstairs in their rooms. When I walked in Debbie was at the computer console in the den. She looked up at me as I walked in and casually hit the button that took her out of the internet. Whatever had been on the screen was replaced by a page from a lesson plan.

I glanced in the room, walked over to her and leaned down to give her a casual peck on the side of her cheek. Her face seemed a little flushed, but she smiled at me. Tentative, but she was trying.

"Hi, sorry to be so late but as usual everybody in the world needed me today."

She turned to look up at me and the smile faded.

"I know, Bill. Everybody wants a piece of you and there's only so much to go around, isn't there?"

I went upstairs, read a few pages of depositions and then showered and went to bed. Debbie didn't come in until I was almost asleep. The spy program was on the big desktop in my office and there was no way I could get to it without arousing her suspicions so I couldn't find out what she'd been doing tonight. But I would.

On Tuesday despite everybody in the world pestering me, I took an hour and a half for personal time and drove home at noon. I knew everybody would be out. I logged on and read the last few emails she'd sent and received.

In one sent Monday afternoon she'd told Lance in great and graphic detail about our fuck session Sunday night.

Lance to Debbie: "Wow. You think somebody slipped some Viagra into his coffee at work? That doesn't sound like the husband you've been describing to me. At least, at least you must be a lot more relaxed today. : ) Funny thing is, you didn't seem that relaxed today. Didn't his doing that get you thinking about maybe staying with him? Sounds like he's really trying to change. I'm honestly, selfishly, a little sorry to hear that, but you got to give the guy credit for trying."

Debbie to Lance: " I know, Lance. I know. But-"

Lance to Debbie: "But what?"

Debbie: "Oh shit, Lance, I don't even know how to say this. Even to you. But, I think Sunday night convinced me....we're not going to make it."

Lance to Debbie: "But you said he was horny as hell and that's what's been missing. He may be late, but it looks like his heart is in the right place."

Debbie to Lance: "That says it all. His heart is in the right place. Mine isn't. He pushed all the right buttons and it was flattering to realize I still get him that excited. But...it was just sex. I realized afterwards that we had sex, but we didn't make love. The vibrator made me cum all over myself, not him. When he was inside me, it was okay, but...."

Lance to Debbie: "So have you decided what you're going to do? And are you going to tell him about the award ceremony at UNF Friday night?"

Debbie: "I haven't decided, exactly, but it won't be long. No, I'm not going to tell him about the awards dinner. I'll tell him it's just business and that spouses aren't encouraged to go. But I have to be there. I don't want you to get that award as one of the two best new young professors on faculty without your best friend being there."

Lance to Debbie: "You know I want you there. It wouldn't have been near as much fun this year without you as a friend and – mentor."

Debbie to Lance: "Don't use that word, mentor. It makes me sound so damned old. I don't think you think of me as being an old lady, do you?

Lance to Debbie: "No, definitely not. You're younger at heart than most of the female students around here. And you definitely don't LOOK like a mentor."

Debbie to Lance: "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. Stop it. I'm having a hard enough time keeping my head straight right now. I need to – finish – things with Bill before we start talking like that."

Lance to Debbie: "I understand. I won't put any pressure on you until things get settled at home. But I have to tell you, I can't wait until Friday."

Debbie to Lance: "BE GOOD!!"

Lance to Debbie:" I will, but it's hard. God it's hard."

Debbie to Lance: : ) I know. You forget, I saw you trying to stand up that day in the restaurant. When I wore that low cut blouse. It is VERY VERY HARD. : ) Bye."

And that was it. The whole ball game. She had gone from being a friend to an almost and soon-to-be lover. She was going to lie to me to be with her boyfriend on his special day, and then she was going to leave me. I doubt she'd make it a day without going after his VERY VERY HARD dick.

I don't know why I was even surprised. I had known it was coming. But even knowing it was coming..I barely made it to the bathroom and still got some vomit on my pants leg. I changed, copied and then scrubbed her emails off the system.

When I left the house this time, I knew it was for the last time. No more doubts, no more hesitation. I hadn't bothered to take my ring off. My finger was still sore as hell and the symbolism really wasn't important anymore. There was no marriage to end. I felt like a 100-year-old man, like a walking dead man, but the sun was still shining as brightly outside, I could hear kids playing nearby, and the world went on.

That night about 10 p.m. I called and when no one picked up left a voice mail message saying I'd have to work insanely late and that I'd be staying at the River apartments for the next few days rather than try to commute. I never got any return calls so I guess it was alright with everybody.

Friday, as it usually is, was sort of anticlimactic. The only time Fridays are exciting is when a jury is bringing back a verdict. When we're in the middle of trial, judges usually try to wrap things up early. They want to go out to eat or clubbing, although in Jacksonville that's more of an expression than a reality, just like anybody else. And so do the jurors and witnesses and cops. So things usually started running down by mid-afternoon and by 5 p.m. the Courthouse is usually a ghost town.

I was home by 6:15 p.m. and I'd had to break a whole bunch of traffic laws to get home that early. As I walked in Bill Jr. was outside hopping into a friend's car and Kelly passed me going out the door. As she did so she gave me a small smile. It was almost embarrassed.

And that shouldn't have surprised me, I realized. She was old enough now to see what our marriage was like and I was sure she had picked up on the 'friendship' of her mom and a young UNF professor. I wondered why she hadn't tried to warn her old man. But when I saw the embarrassment on her face I knew it was me that embarrassed her, not a relationship between her mother and another man. So far I was batting 0 for 3 in terms of any love on the part of my family members.

As I walked in I saw Debbie coming down the stairs. She was gorgeous, and obviously a little startled. She had clearly been trying to get out of the house before I got home.

"Oh, Bill....I thought you'd be later getting home."

"You know, or I thought you knew, that I usually get off earlier on Fridays unless there's a verdict. Everything wrapped. Where are you headed dressed up so pretty?"

She wore a black dress cut low in the back and low enough in front to show just a hint of cleavage. Over it she wore a gauzy wrap that concealed and revealed at the same time. It was sexy and elegant and entirely too dressy for almost any kind of college event I was familiar with.

"Oh, there's a – an event tonight. It's kind of mandatory for college officials and staff. I – just felt like dressing up. But it's business. I don't think any spouses are coming. Look, you've been working so hard all week. I didn't think you'd want to waste an evening sitting through speeches and college administration stuff. Why don't you take it easy, order a pizza and we can make plans for this weekend when I get home. I'll try not to be late."

Just for the hell of it, I almost insisted that I wanted to come along, even if it was boring as hell, but I let it go.

"Alright, baby. You do look fabulous. Every guy there is going to be in for a treat. But look, you do what you have to do. Don't worry about trying to get back early. I know how those business things go on forever. Stay out as late as you want. I'll probably hit the bed early tonight. We'll do something tomorrow."

She smiled in relief and gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek. She started to say something, and I wondered if some little vestigial lingering guilt she felt about what she was going to do tonight was crossing her mind. But it wasn't enough. She turned and walked out the door.

She was already outside and couldn't hear me as I said, "Goodbye."

UNF has a huge campus. A curving drive leads you around the entire campus and it brought me to the UNF Arena, a huge structure where graduations and basketball games and a lot of other events were held. I showed a campus cop my ID and got to park in a secluded lot on the other side of the road.

For a purely business event, there were a lot of fancy dressed men and women entering the building. I didn't have an invite, but my ID and a comment that I was Professor Maitland's husband got me in. They had a dais at the far end and a lot of tables for four to six people set around the big hall. I noticed there was a cash bar on my side of the building.

There is stadium seating on both sides of the hall and I made my way to the bar but stepped into the seating area before I got to the bar and climbed nearly to the top. I was alone and I had a bird's eye view of the crowd.

I spent ten minutes carefully searching the crowd with a small pair of binoculars I had brought before I spotted her. She was seated at a table with five other people, three men and two women, only a few yards from the dais. Well, if Doug/Lance was in line for an award tonight, that made sense. Doug was tall, slender and dressed in a tux.

They were seated close together, his hand on her shoulder, his head turned whispering something into her ear. I glanced at the two couples with her. From the glances my wife and Doug were getting, they were an accepted couple. Now I understand the looks I'd gotten on the rare occasions in the last three months when I'd made an appearance at any university function at Debbie's side.

I watched from high up the stadium as they laughed and whispered to each other, made those little touches and gestures that are common to lovers everywhere. Their body language made it obvious. They even fed each other a couple of times with intertwined arms. Jesus Christ, talk about making it obvious. That pissed me off as much as anything else. If Debbie was going to cheat on me, at least she could be a little bit less blatant. I had to be an object of high amusement every time I showed up with her.

I seated myself on the top row of the stadium seating and watched as the people below ate and had a good time, then listened to the speeches and eventually saw them call Doug up to the dais to receive an award as one of the two outstanding new faculty members. He called out to Debbie and despite her protestations she allowed herself to be called up to the dais. She stood beside him blushing as he thanked her for her help during the year and complimented her for her "youth and vitality."

And then damned if he didn't tilt her head up toward his – did I mention he was about 6-3 so for a change she had to look up at a man instead of looking down at me –and kissed her on the lips in front of God and everybody. There was a roar of approval. It was like the moment in a romantic comedy when the hero finally sweeps in to grab his love and take her away with him.

She kissed him back for a moment and then broke away blushing. She sure as hell didn't look like a happily married mother of two teens.

The awards ceremony went on for another 45 minutes and then they announced there would drinks and dancing as long as anyone had the energy to stay on the dance floor where half the tables had just been removed. A band started playing 90s romantic tunes and some faster 2000 pieces.

They were a cute couple. And from the looks other couples gave them, I wasn't the only one who thought so. I wondered what people who knew she was married thought about what was happening. Had she told them we had an open marriage, or that I didn't mind, or that she was going to be free soon? Or maybe academics just didn't give a damn about outmoded concepts like marital fidelity.

I took a deep breath and stood up. Time to put an end to this crappy melodrama. I made my way to dance floor and through the dancers. I was dressed in a suit but no tie and so I stood out as I walked through the mostly tuxed men and women in evening dresses. I caught a whisper, murmurs as I made my way closer to my wife and her boyfriend and I knew I'd been noticed.

Then they were in front of me, so deeply absorbed into looking deeply into each other eyes they never noticed me until I said, "Congratulations Professor, on the award and on stealing my wife, all in the same night."

They stopped so fast that they almost lost their balance. Debbie stared at me, her eyes open wide in surprise. I almost laughed at her expression. Doug's mouth gaped open for a minute and he stared from Debbie to me and back to her as if not believing his eyes.

"Bi...Bill," Debbie finally said softly. "What – what – what are you doing?"

Then the shock started shading into anger as her mouth tightened and she said, "Why Bill? I told you spouses weren't coming tonight. Why didn't you listen to me, wait for me at home?"

At this point I couldn't help laughing.

"And miss all this, baby? Come on, I'd have paid admission to see this. How often does a husband get to see his wife kissing and loving on another man in full view of about a thousand other people? Can't accuse you of false modesty. You don't hide anything, except from your husband."

Doug stepped partially between us and raised a hand as if to push me back, saying, "Mr. Maitland, I'm sorry to meet you like this, but I hope you don't misunderstand. Debbie was just here because she's my mentor."

I grinned at him even as I felt any good feeling I had curdling into fast growing rage.

"Oh, I'm sure she's probably taught you lots of things, Doug. But I'm also sure you're a fast learner."

Debbie stepped closer to me and whispered under her breath, "Bill, don't do this. Not here. Not now. Not in front of people I work with and for."

"So it's okay for you to kiss him and rub yourself all over him and be his girlfriend in everything but name in front of people who know you're a married woman, but I'm an asshole for showing up to spoil your fun?"

"You talking crazy again, Bill. Nothing like that happened."

Now other people were close enough that I knew our conversation was being overhead and would be the subject of water cooler gossip for weeks if not longer.

I lost the smile and just stared at her like I'd stare at road kill that had been dead and spoiled for a few weeks as I told her, "You stupid bitch. I've been here all evening. I saw you being lovey-dovey. I saw you FEEDING him, you bitch. I have no doubt you probably were rubbing his dick under the table. I saw him kiss you, not like a mentor, and I saw you kiss him back. He probably got some tongue out of the deal."

Doug stepped in closer and I saw one hand close into a fist. I was attacking his girl and his reaction was obvious.

"Bill, I know you're angry but you have no right-"

"It's Mr. Maitland to you, sonny, and I have every right. In case you forgot, she's my wife. She might not be for much longer, but I'm the guy she's supposed to be kissing and loving on, at least until she tells me she wants out."

That stopped him for a moment and Debbie turned red as she realized a crowd was gathering around us.

"By the way, you're a business professor, right? You teach any business ethics? What are the ethics of moving in on a married woman, breaking up a marriage. Maybe not a real happy marriage, but it was a marriage.