Response 6 - Negative and Not at All
No way, and absolutely not...
These "Reaction" tales are stand-alone brief stories or scenes that aren't connected, although a husband is dealing with a situation.
This is my version of the overused tale of a wife saying, "We need to talk..."
It's a short story, so if you're seeking something more extensive, search elsewhere. There's nothing profound here and not much action. Yet, there's a loving wife and a loving husband.
If you're looking for a stroke story or a man-on-man story, search elsewhere, as a wife burns but not the main character's wife.
Most of my stories revolve around a husband or wife intervening to stop the problem before it goes too far - this is one of those stories.
Lastly, no wives are burned at the stake. Even if they're a bit gullible and naive.
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My wife of 30 years has requested that I return home early because she wishes to discuss something with me, and no, she hasn't provided me with any details about this conversation.
Allow me to provide some context: My name is Gary Smith, I'm 50 years old, and I work as a shift supervisor in a warehouse. People tend to underestimate my age, while I'm actually a few years older than I seem. My job is physically demanding, which keeps me in good shape.
My wife, Corinne, works as a personal assistant to Suzanne, who is a managing director and owner of an IVF company. She's been there for five years. Corinne is also 50 years old but appears 10 years younger.
We both go to the gym and maintain a healthy diet. Our sex life is regular and varied, with at least three or four sessions per week. We like experimenting with new positions and even dabble in role-playing, exchanging fantasies about celebrities, athletes, and weather presenters.
However, there's no one else; it's just the two of us. Over the years, we've both been tempted, but we've never strayed from our marriage vows.
My wife, Corinne, is a lovely mature woman, standing at a medium height with, you guessed it, curves in all the right spots. She has short dark hair and average-sized breasts.
She can look sophisticated when going out, but she's mostly a casual dresser, like me. We usually wear jeans and t-shirts or casual shirts. No matter what she wears, she constantly exudes an aura of beauty, much like a young woman.
Despite her attractiveness, younger men still approach her, but we manage to handle the situation tactfully. Corinne is friendly, but never transgresses any boundaries.
I'm straightforward and treat others as I would want to be treated. If I dislike someone, it's typically because of their arrogance, their boastfulness, their bullying, or their rude behavior. I loathe people who brag about their importance.
Unfortunately, life isn't always smooth sailing. The wrench in the works is a woman named Judy Williams - she's 40 years old and works with my wife. It's her demands that have prompted my early return home. I've been anticipating this chat, and yes, I have been informed of the subject matter.
So, I returned home, parked our car in the driveway, and entered the house. Calling out towards the kitchen, "Corinne, I'm home! Where are you?," she replied, "Gary, I'm in the kitchen. Take off your jacket and leave your rucksack on the hall table."
She handed me a beer while sipping from her glass of wine.
"Corinne, come and sit down. I have something to share with you, but remember I'm asking, not telling. I hope you understand this. I want your approval before moving forward."
I was somewhat bewildered by this statement, but nonetheless, I followed her instructions and sat down opposite her.
Sitting opposite one another, Corinne appeared agitated - a rare sight, given her calm demeanor.
"Gary, there's something I'd like to do, and it involves another person, but it's not you." She said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Exactly what is this 'thing' you plan to do?" I inquired cautiously.
"Okay, so imagine this: there's a coworker of yours; her name's Judy. You recall her from the Christmas party, yes?" she continued, seemingly concerned about my response.
"Of course, I remember her. She arrived with her husband, Geoff, but then spent the entire evening flirting with various men while boasting about her ability to dance with anyone, except her husband," I recalled, remembering the embarrassment Geoff endured and Judy's smugness at the situation. I'd wondered back then why he didn't put a stop to it.
At the party, Judy kept asking me to dance, but I declined. Judy is tall, elegant, slim, and an ex-model. She has long legs, a tight ass, and enhanced breasts, which draw attention. She wore a short, transparent mini dress that night, showcasing her body.
When I asked her why she wasn't dancing with her husband, Geoff, she said, "He can't dance, or won't dance with me. He knows I'll go home with him and fuck his brains out after all those men get me hot. It's a shame you won't be available to help me get aroused, but your wife is beautiful. So, I understand why you're hesitant to dance with me." Judy smirked as she said this.
I was a bit puzzled and didn't respond immediately. Instead, I looked at my wife, who was talking to her boss, Suzanne, and her husband, David. I knew Suzanne's husband wouldn't make a move on my wife with her boss present.
Judy then walked away, swaying her hips as she left. Soon, she was dancing with another man while Geoff stared into space with his beer.
A few days after the party, I asked my wife about Judy and Geoff's relationship.
"Well, as you're aware, Judy flirts and dances with other men, but she doesn't have full sex with them. She likes to turn on men, then goes home and has sex with her husband," my wife explained.
This statement intrigued me, but I trusted my wife not to get involved in anything like that and believed she wouldn't do it without my consent.
Fast forward to last week, I spoke with Geoff again. He predicted the outcome of the situation we're now in. His wife had requested my wife's help with something involving Judy. This worried me, so I decided to tell my wife the truth.
"Remember Judy and our conversation after that party?" I asked my wife. "You told me she gets hot by turning on men and then goes home to fuck her husband. However, a few days after the party, I spoke with Geoff. We've had several conversations since then."
I paused, allowing the information to sink in.
"Geoff gets nothing out of Judy flirting and teasing other men. In fact, he hasn't had sex with his wife in three years. He's staying married until his kids are 18, and then he's leaving his wife. Right now, his kids are 15 and 16 years old, and they know their father is leaving their mother. They also know that the marriage is over, as Geoff and Judy sleep in separate bedrooms since it's been three years. He put everything in a trust fund for his kids, and when he divorces Judy, she won't be able to touch his company. She can have whatever she wants, materially, but Geoff will be free from his cheating wife, and guess who he's comforting now? His PA, Andrea," I told my shocked wife.
My wife appeared stunned, "Gary, I didn't know. I thought her life was perfect - a husband who adored her, kids who loved her, and she told me they had great sex. Honestly, Gary, she painted a different image from what you just told me." She looked down at her hands, visibly shocked.
"Gary, I was going to do something really idiotic. I did believe her, and the idea of having fun on a night out with the women from work is appealing. But Gary, I would never cheat on you. If I wanted to sleep with someone else, I would tell you first. I would expect you to hit me and divorce me."
"You can't be serious," I chuckled, trying to keep a calm tone. "You think I'd actually hit you? Maybe squeeze your backside, but not your face. And yes, I'd consider ending our marriage. So, let me get this straight. The proposal was to sexually arouse yourself by dancing with other men, perhaps groping their behinds or breasts, and even letting them touch your private parts. Then, come home to me and claim it was all just foreplay, and not actual intercourse? Is that what your friend suggested to spice up our love life?" I asked, trying to conceal my anger.
"Yes," she sobbed, "that's what she made me think about. I'm so sorry. I need to see a therapist, Gary. I can't believe I even considered doing such a foolish thing. For what reason? To get turned on and invite you to have sex with me? It makes no sense."
She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. I allowed her to cry, giving her time to process her actions.
"Five minutes later, I finalized my beer and stood, pouring two glasses of wine. Placing one in front of her, I said, "Enough crying. You were tricked by a skilful manipulator. Geoff informed me that this woman has led several other women astray, resulting in their marriages' collapse. He didn't tell you this either, did he?"
"No, Gary. I guess I was too caught up in the fantasy. I thought you'd let me get fondled by other men or even multiple partners. In all our years together, have I ever been approved for this?"
I shook my head, "Never. Never would I allow the thought of you being groped, touched, or even fondled by any other men. That's not how our marriage was intended to be."
Cracking my voice, "Corinne, I'm so sorry. I thought you were savvy enough to recognize such underhanded tactics. Honestly, I believed you were cleverer than this, and even then, could you have ever imagined I would allow you to be groped or fingered by other men? No, never, and if you'd inquired, the answer would've been a resounding 'H:L G:D NO!!'"
She snuffled, wiping her face. I felt a pang of empathy. Despite her foolishness, I couldn't help but feel compassion for her.
"Alright. First, we must end this relationship—permanently. No more contact with that woman, except by my explicit consent. Second, you must immediately block her phone number and erase her from any social media you've shared. Understood?"
"Yes, Gary."
I observed her block Judy's number, followed by her email and all social media pages.
"Tomorrow, notify your workplace. It's time for a change. We've discussed your interest in other roles, so I'm certain your boss can provide a new position away from that woman."
"Gary, thank you. I've never performed an act without your approval. I'm not a cheater. But you're right, my actions are baffling. Know that my affection for you is authentic, and it always has been, and will always be."
"Okay, take note. In the future, anticipate me to inquire about your whereabouts, who you're with, and what you're up to. Don't be frightened; I'll only be checking that your loyalty remains with me. Now, here's a promise—if I ever witness a recurrence of this reflexive foolishness, I will commit you to a mental institution and forbid your release."
We both drained our wine glasses. Corinne appeared hesitant, unsure what to do next. I accepted her hand.
"You'll need to confide in me about everything, including your thoughts and activities. And yes, I'll demand to see the contents of your phone, emails, and work phone. You've already proved your devotion—keep it that way."
"Gary, I'm prepared. You have my commitment."
We both drank the last of our wine, my wife hesitating on her next move. I entwined my fingers with hers.
"Agreed."
"Begin offering a genuine apology by satisfying me sexually right now. I wish to have an orgasm in every orifice, and you'll accommodate me regardless of my desires," I said with a false stern tone.
We ascended to the upper level, and she did indeed fuck my brain out, providing me with each opening. After our mutual climaxes, we embraced in a hug, my partner placed her head on my chest, nearly asleep she uttered,
"Gary, as I expected earlier, the idea of sharing me or permitting me to engage in activities with others or allowing them to engage in them with me is an unequivocal no, correct?"
"Corinne, attentively, not simply no, but a fervent, passionate NO! Rest, as tomorrow is a jam-packed day. We must have a significant discussion with your previous acquaintance, Judy."
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On the subsequent day, we visited Judy and Geoff's dwelling. Geoff had already conveyed his family would be absent. Actually, they were on the hunt for a new residence, following my disclosure that his spouse was allegedly attempting to seduce, not simply my spouse, but likewise several other wives. He acknowledged it was time to relocate the kids away from her, albeit temporarily. Geoff did specify they would surface in the evening.
We arrived at their domicile, exited our vehicle, and strolled to their abode. My partner bounded on the door forcefully enough to vibrate it. Nevertheless, it took around five minutes before we noticed motion.
We observed Judy through the frosted glass of the door, she descended the steps in a robe. It was mid-morning, pondering why she was still not fully dressed.
She opened the door and was evidently startled to see us present.
"Corinne, it's great to witness you, but we're not going anywhere until tomorrow evening, and may I ask why is Gary with you?" She had not noticed the slap coming.
My wife brusquely swung her arm, and she struck Judy forcefully across the face. She collapsed back, landing on her rear end, and her robe fell open, exposing her entire body. It had an overly red hue, punctuated by a multitude of marks noticeable on her skin and her vagina was visibly red and engorged. Her vagina was definitely a freshly used one.
I promptly grabbed my device and took a photograph. Judy's chest displayed finger prints. Her body appeared as if she had just received rough intercourse. This would certainly serve as a valuable piece of evidence for Geoff in his divorce.
In that particular instant, a middle-aged male, whose scalp was largely hairless and carried a slightly pudgy physique, emerged from the steps part-dressed. I snapped another photograph of Judy's husband and the supervisor of my wife.
Midway through pantsing himself, he seemed unsure of how to respond.
Judy eventually recovered and stood up, clutching her face. She tightened her robe around her body.
"Corinne, Gary, I can justify, David enticed me. He's been coercing me into engaging in sexual intercourse with him. He's blackmailing me. Please Gary, don't inform Geoff. I adore him, genuinely I do. I don't want a divorce."
Her words gushed forth. Corinne and I did not trust a single word. Simultaneously, we claimed,
"Bullshit!"
Her demeanor instantly shifted, and she grinned, yet this expression didn't look becoming on her. She glared at Corinne, "Let me guess, your spouse refused your desire to have liaisons with others and receive harsh intercourse from different individuals. What a paunchy antiquated man with antiquated views. Plenty of wedded females engage in extramarital affairs these days, and their spineless spouses consent, just like my spouse allows me."
She said this with haughtiness.
My partner laughed, "Judy, you're a fool. I'm also an idiot. I listened to you, and, like a foolish ninny, I almost conducted something rather reckless. My wife's response to my proposition was "NO, FUCKING HELL NO," and I anticipate no less. Why I ever pondered doing anything similar to your actions is perplexing to me. Gary is going to schedule a session with a psychiatrist for me. I genuinely need to understand why I would be such a dimwit, and determine how irate I am."
Judy's smile faltered, she glimpsed me, "Gary, I'm very dismayed in you. You should grant your spouse more liberty. Geoff approves of me cheating on him. I just partook in intercourse with the husband of my boss. Isn't that ironic?" she added, bare-faced.
"Hey, Judy, you're responsible for wrecking a few marriages and you're about to ruin another one. The most essential one being your own. You're a shameless sex addict and a self-centered, arrogant woman. It's absolutely insane how you sleep around and disrespect the man you claim to adore - your husband. You're also a mess of a person, just like a promiscuous woman who can't control herself. Sooner or later, your husband and kids will find out the true nature of who you are. Suzanne is also on her way; I'm texting her to come witness her cheating husband. David, you need to work with Judy and straighten out your stories, which won't matter much though. I'm grinning at both of you."
Out of nowhere, three cars appeared. The kids got out of the car first, freezing after seeing their mom in her dressing gown. Then they spotted David, who was slowly trying to run away.
Suzanne arrived and was watching her soon-to-be-ex-husband while also looking at Judy.
"Judy, on Monday, join me at my office. I have a task for you. You won't like it, but I don't care. As for you, David, the guy standing next to me is going to give you some papers. Yes, everything had been set in motion, thanks to Gary. You're just supposed to sign them. It's a 50/50 split when it comes to our money. You won't get anything else from me."
She stared at Judy, "Judy, we need to discuss your judgments on certain things. However, you don't need to prove anything to me. You have to convince your husband. Now, David, accept the paperwork. We need to wrap this up."
He begrudgingly took the paperwork as the processor took a picture of him. "You've been served."
Judy looked at her husband and kids.
"Judy, just take the documents. Everything, including details, is inside. Hire a lawyer since you'll need one. After today, I'll never speak to you ever again. Of course, we'll interact due to our children, but any interaction is over."
Geoff hugged his kids, who glared at their mother filled with dislike.
"Judy, receive the documents. The proof and every other detail are contained within. Contact a lawyer because you will need one. After today, I will never talk to you again. Yes, we will see each other due to the kids, but any connection in between us is gone."
Judy was stunned by the baffling chain of events.
"David, sorry, it was just a moment of weakness. Judy has been seductively flirting with me for months. We've only had sex twice. Judy has a packed social calendar with other men from the office," he smiled at Judy, who irritatedly glared back.
Judy walked back into the house. Geoff and kids also entered the house. I can only imagine the fearsome discussion that would follow.
Suzanne looked at me, "Gary, Corinne usually acts reasonably and can be trusted. This situation seems entirely out of her character. I'm certain she won't do anything like this again. It's up to you, I'm her boss and friend, I hope you'll forgive her this once. I cannot forgive my husband because this isn't the first time he's cheated on me. I fooled myself into believing he had changed. I think your predicament is different, so give your wife the benefit of the doubt. By the way, I'm headed home to empty out my husband's belongings from our home. Corinne, I'll see you at work on Monday. I want to hear how you convinced your husband to stay with you."
She hugged us both and departed to her house.
Epilogue:
Geoff and the kids isolated Judy from their lives as much as possible. Still, she's their mother. Yes, a DNA test was done, and they're both Geoff's kids. Judy attempted to postpone the divorce, but my pictures and CCTV footage from her workplace -- revealing her leaving her desk occasionally for longer and longer lunch breaks with multiple coworkers -- wasn't enough proof but was enough to make other employees tell Suzanne about Judy's activities.
Suzanne discovered her husband had cheated on her with Judy and another woman from the office. He, incidentally, was paid off in money. He didn't challenge the divorce and left. Suzanne doesn't know where he went and doesn't care. She will forever be attractive and will once again have plenty of suitors.
Judy is now working as a company cleaner, hating it but unable to do anything about it.
Geoff purchased a new house, and the kids moved into it with him, close to his work and their college.
Judy is living with her parents. They told her that they're not happy with her and that she must show she can change before they assist her financially. However, for the time being, they allow her to stay with them.
Judy rarely steps out as per Suzanne's knowledge, and she isn't involved with anyone romantically. Moreover, people have been keeping their distance from her due to her past actions that led to the breakup of multiple marriages.
One of the factors contributing to her seclusion is the presence of ex-wives of the men she charmed, who are ready to confront her if they cross paths.
Geoff and his kids have progressed well. Geoff enjoys a lot of female admiration and the young ones have accepted Judy's infidelities. They had ample time to emotionally prepare themselves for having a trickster mother.
As for me and Corinne, we visited a psychiatrist to find reasons for her wandering eyes. We discovered that Corinne was just distracted by Judy's intriguing lifestyle, and nothing out of the ordinary was found.
In our therapy sessions, it became evident that even if I had given my consent, she wouldn't have pursued anything. Nonetheless, she repeatedly stressed that if she were to be with someone, I'd have to be on board, something I'd never provide.
To keep our bond solid, we've been going out frequently as a couple. We attend long and short holidays together. We ensure a thrilling experience in the bedroom and anywhere else. We engage in open communication and Corinne consistently assures me she's not interested in anyone else.
Moreover, she doesn't stray from us. She alerts me about her whereabouts, the company she keeps, and every message she receives, no matter who sent it.
Over time, my constant surveillance over her has diminished. I still periodically check her phone and Suzanne keeps me updated on her recent interactions with her new boss.
And yes, it's remarkable that even for a middle-aged pair, we continue to have a demanding and energizing sex life.
The conclusion.
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