Coming Home to Catch My Wife . . .
A hubby catches his wife in bed with her lover but learns more about their relationship.
“Monica, honey, I’m home!” I hollered as I entered the empty living room.
I was halfway across the room when I stopped as I then saw a man’s jacket lying on the sofa, including a pair of shoes that didn’t appear to be my size.
I continued further into my apartment.
I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. It was a combination of moaning cries, the squeaking noise of the bed, mixed with that of a man’s grunts. The noise told me one thing — someone was fucking my wife!
I rushed towards the bedroom and shoved the door open. It was as I expected: there was a stocky-looking black man fucking Monica in our bed.
“THE FUCK?!!?!” I yelled aloud.
Monica turned to look at me; her face was a mix of lust and fear. I advanced towards them. I half expected the man to become immediately scared, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He went on fucking Monica until the moment when Monica came to her feet and tried to stop me.
“This isn’t what you think it is, Harold,” she said.
“The fuck it ain’t,” I was fuming with anger. “You’ve been a cheating whore this entire fucking time? And who the fuck is this guy?” I pointed a finger at the black man, who then took offence at my interruption.
“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
The man attempted to come at me, but Monica then turned around to hold him back.
“No, no . . . please, Jake. Let me take care of this,” she said to him.
That had the effect of calming him down while he glared at me. Monica then turned to me and tried to lead me out of the room, but I was reluctant to move. My eyes were still on the Jake fellow. I wanted so bad to rush at him. I would have if Monica weren’t standing between us, as she could guess my intention.
“Come with me, Harold,” her voice was warm and calm when she spoke to me. “Please, there’s something I need to tell you.”
I allowed myself to leave the bedroom with her. I could still inhale the funk smell of sex on her naked body. It made me want to get upset even more, and I was sort of disappointed in myself instead. I was tired and had returned home to this, yet I was didn’t seem to be doing anything to rectify the situation. I wasn’t feeling like the man of the house anymore.
“What’s all this about, Monica,” I spoke while gritting my teeth as we went into the living room. “And it had better be good, or else you and that Jake fellow are getting out of here. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you, Harold. But now I want you to hear me,” her voice went cold. “Jake is my employer, Harold. Every penny I’ve been bringing home comes out of his pocket.”
“I don’t give a rat-ass fuck, Monica,” I spat. “You’ve been cheating on me, and that’s all I fucking saw happening in there a minute ago — ”
“That isn’t all, Harold — ”
“And if you’re going to keep on being my wife, then I want you to get him out of his house and let him know you’re no longer coming back to work for him ever again.”
“That won’t be happening, darling,” she said.
“The fuck it ain’t. You gonna tell me you’re siding him instead of me?”
“In this case, yes. The reason is that Jake has been the one that’s been keeping us afloat these past couple of months.”
That caused me to blink. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“We got ourselves an eviction notice three months ago,” she explained. “You’ve been out of work a long time, and you’ve had too much on your mind . . . there was nothing you could have done about it. I tried talking to the landlord, but he wouldn’t budge. Jake saw me crying one day at the office and asked me what’s wrong. I told him everything: about how you haven’t had a new job since and that what he paid me wasn’t enough.”
I was stunned as I stood there listening to her. Her words knocked the strong wind off my sails; I felt like a sap the way I absorbed what she was telling me.
“Jake proposed that he would take care of the rest and double my earnings,” Monica continued.
“If he fucks you?”
Monica shook her head. “No. He wanted nothing of the sort; I proposed to be his mistress. It was only fitting since everything we’ve been getting comes from him.”
The reality of my wife’s actions suddenly sunk into my head. It made me reel on my feet that I had to sit down to make sense of everything.
“What you’re saying is that Jake, the guy that owns the loansharking business that you work at, has been taking care of our bills, and you’ve been giving him pussy for it?”
“That’s basically what I’m saying, yes.”