That’s when I started wondering just what the crap happened to Pat, so not being very imaginative I wandered into the main hall, where doors opened into smaller rooms. I peeked in the first one and saw it contained what looked like a high class game table, four chairs, and a sofa. The next two were similarly furnished and there was no sign of Pat.
I turned away from the third door and was just about to give up when I thought I heard that giggle again; it was coming from the far end of the hall so I eased down that way. Sure enough I found some kind of storage room, the door half open, and inside, joking as they searched some kind of trunk, was my two missing characters–the one who liked ‘bad boys’ and the ‘bad boy’ himself.
I can’t say they were doing much that would fail the husband test, but damn it; they just seemed to be having a lot of fun and doing just too much flirting and his hands were ‘innocently’ touching the body that only I should have been touching.
Damn Right! I’m jealous; but I’m a wimp–remember? I’m the guy who hates confrontation; the ‘good guy’ who lets the Alpha Males shit all over him. So I didn’t rush inside and rescue the fair maiden, instead I stood outside and listened to see what would happen next. Boy did I get an earful!
“Pat, when are you going to tell the worm you’re married to about us?”
“Harry! I’ve asked you not to say humiliating things about Al. He’s a good guy, a great dad, a good provider, and I love him.”
“If you love him so much, why do you welcome me into your bed every chance we get?”
“I, I” she stumbled over the words. “I don’t really know. Al’s tender and loving. When I’m with him he treats me like a precious china doll–don’t get me wrong, I love that, I really do…”
“What do you call what we do, if not making love?”
“Seriously? You just fuck me–fuck me without any consideration for what I want, but you know what–I like that too. I guess I need to be treated like a queen most times, that’s Al’s job; but once in a while I need to be treated like a whore, like a fuck toy, and that’s where you come in. I just love it when you demand what you want without considering me.”
I couldn’t believe my ears; that was my wife, the woman who vowed to be true to me, admitting she liked to be fucked by another man–not just another man, but a Neanderthal like this asshole. I didn’t want them to catch me listening, but I simple couldn’t walk away.
“Humph!” Asshole had to run his mouth some more. “Good thing you got me, then, no way that worm you’re married to is going to act like a man.” He gave a derisive snort. Man! Did I wish I had balls enough to walk right in there and slap the shit out of him. I guess the thing that really pissed me off the most was hearing Pat, the woman I loved with all my heart, telling another man I didn’t supply what she needed.
“Don’t call Al a wimp, Harry. I love him, even if I do need rough sex from a ‘Bad Boy’ like you occasionally.”
“You still haven’t answered my question of when you’re gonna tell him about us.”