Then, one day in mid-November, she slowly started letting me know something was up, and over a period of a few weeks’ things started to change.
First said she wanted to stop for drinks after work with workmates, which I was a little surprised at. We talked about it and I reminded her about things like drinking and driving and how I felt bars were mainly a meat market for pickups; but to my disappointment she did start stopping on Fridays after work at a bar in the town where her work was with some coworkers. I wasn’t happy about it, and decided to keep a watchful eye on the situation.
When she would stop after work with the “people from work”, I would be home, waiting, pacing, and worrying. It all seemed out of place for her.
When we were together, I started to really pay attention to her, as she got ready for work, when she came home…how was she acting, how was she dressed? I was looking for changes in her behavior, but didn’t really know at this point exactly what changes.
I guess my paranoia was noticeable to her, because about a month after her Friday nights out started, one Saturday afternoon out of the blue she blurted out “Why are you following me all around the house……… like I have a boyfriend or something?”
Insert sound of a Vinyl record screeching to a halt here.
Of course this floored me, and I said that “we had better sit down and talk.” After encouraging her to open up she just blurted out “I’ve kissed other guys before” to which I replied
“So?”…..then she slowly added – “since we’ve been married.”
My stomach knotted up in a millisecond, but I kept calm and asked her to tell me what happened.
As we sat, me on the couch and she in a chair across from me, wringing her hands, she said at their company Christmas party a month previous, a guy from work came up to her while she “was under the mistletoe,” told her merry Christmas, and then kissed her. I asked if she kissed him back, and she slowly said yes.
“I see…kissing isn’t the end of the world,” I told her, “then what happened?” She said after they kissed a couple times, he took her outside to his car, where they got into a full make out session.
Now I was really in shock, my stomach hit the floor; I was really pissed off, was probably pale white, and had a strange new problem, a fast growing erection.
I wanted all the details, and tried to calmly get them out of her. “What else did you two do? Did he feel you up? Get his hand in your pants?? You didn’t fuck did you?”
I am sure my “calm” voice wasn’t calm at all, plus my questions in rapid fire probably softened her response and honesty about what happened.
She said he only felt her breasts over her blouse, and didn’t play with her pussy, and of course I didn’t believe her. After a while she claims she told him she was married and couldn’t do this, and they went their separate ways.
After a silent few seconds she also announced some of the work friends were meeting at this bar tonight and she was going also. We argued about it and what was sure to happen next if she continued hanging out with these people at the bar. She held fast to needing to have a social life and was going to go get ready.