Unintentional Betrayal

This is my very first submission to Literotica although I have several more waiting in long hand I decided to wait to see how this submission is received. I welcome comments but please remember that I am not a journalist so keep the constructive criticism to content not sentence structure. Obviously any similarity of characters to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

It was five thirty in the evening and my wife of nineteen years, Elaine, was not home from work nor had she called. She was almost always home before five since her hours as executive assistant to Janice Farrel of Farrel International were 8AM to 4PM. Elaine had been in her current position to Michael Farrel before his death two years earlier and when his daughter, Janice, took over the reins she had kept Elaine on as her personal assistant.

Our son, Tommy was already home from school and was upstairs in his room cramming in his homework so he could get some quality time in front of the TV, after dinner. At 5:45 I was getting worried and called Elaine's cell phone which went directly to voice mail. I had no sooner left her a message to call me when she came through the door carrying several bags from Antonio's Italian restaurant.

On the way to the kitchen she gave me a peck on the cheek, saying as she went:

"Sorry, Honey, I had to stay a little late and I didn't take anything out of the freezer for dinner so I stopped at Antonio's. Hope that's OK?"

"Sure, I said, but I was getting worried. Why didn't you call?"

I forgot to charge my phone last night and when I got in my car to call you I realized it was Dead."

One of my few pet peeves with Elaine was that her phone was usually either off, dead or silenced so I could almost never get hold of her when she was out. When I'd complain she'd always tell me:

"You're right Hon, I'll make it a point to do better."

She would remember for a few days but then it was back to normal. Frustrating, but something I've learned to live with.

Elaine was in an ebullient mood during dinner but the conversation was dominated by our 7th grade son who was excited about upcoming baseball tryouts and how unfair his math teacher, Mrs Fielding, was with the amount of homework that she assigned.

We always allowed Tommy to monopolize the TV until his 9PM bedtime but we had made a decision early on that he was not going to have a television in his room, a fact that he frequently bemoaned. There was no television in our room either since it might distract us from our primary reason for being there, either sleep or sex. The latter we managed at least four times a week so we were an anomaly amongst our friends and neighbors being a one TV family. Some were so addicted to the tube that they even had one in the kitchen.

Since a little biographical information about us, Joe and Elaine Sullivan might add some context to the story, I'll start with me. I retired last year at 50 years old and a patrol Sargent with the county police department. Thanks to the state retirement system which allowed military veterans to buy back their service time to add to their police retirement time I was able to apply my four years as an Army Ranger toward my 25 year retirement requirement. Basically what that meant was that I, and other military vets, had the option of paying into the retirement system the same amount of money that the county would have to contribute and apply that time to the retirement years.

The rigors of police work and the physicality of my part time job left my 5'11" frame with very little body fat. In the time since I retired I have turned my part time handyman job into a full time contracting business. With the connections I had made over the years doing small home improvement jobs I don't need to advertise, my reputation for excellent work has preceded itself and recommendations insure a constant flow of work.

My wife Elaine who will be 45 years old next month was twenty five when we married and being thirty one at the time myself, I had just started my police career. The details of our courtship are not relevant, suffice it to say that we met at a mutual friends' party and I was immediately smitten. She had, and still has, shoulder length wavy brown hair, blue eyes, a captivating smile and at 5'8" is still the same size 8 as when we met. Aside from her pretty face and alluring figure I think it was her effervescent personality that really hooked me.

My wife can be a little naive when it relates to people's modus operandi but that may just be the cynical nature that most cops develop over a period of time. As an executive assistant to a mid sized international company she makes a good salary and combined with my increased income as a private contractor we are financially comfortable.

As best friends we also respect one another and our marriage and our relationship has always been an equal partnership. We share parental responsibilities, cooking and household chores.. Of course certain tasks are gender related, she doesn't do yard maintenance and I don't go near her laundry room. I learned that lesson the hard way when trying to be a helpful husband I ruined several of her good blouses by not having a firm grasp of color sorting.

Our son Tommy had gone to the living room to get his daily dose of TV and I was helping Elaine clear the table and load the dishwasher. Normally after cleaning up the kitchen we would have coffee before going into the den to either talk or read. This night was no different and as my wife put a cup of coffee in front of me, she casually said:

"Connie got a promotion to head up our London office and if it's alright with you, we were planning to go out to dinner and do a little dancing tomorrow night."

To be honest I didn't pay much attention to Elaine's friends from work so I didn't remember Connie but not wanting to sound disinterested, I didn't mention that fact. The "dancing" part did get my attention and I did question that part. She replied cheerily:

"We both love to dance and I rarely get the chance since you hate to dance and by your own admission were born "with two left feet".

So you'll just be dancing together". I asked questioningly.

"Of course" she replied "and it will only be for a few hours,I'll be home by eleven".

I wasn't thrilled but since she never went out with the girls like a lot of our friends wives do, I acquiesced.

The following evening when Elaine got home from work she asked what I had planned for dinner for Tommy and myself.

" Chicken pot pies". I said with some authority.

My son and I love pot pies but Elaine hated them and always lectured me about the unhealthy sodium content and the high calorie count.. She frowned at my answer but shook her head in defeat.

"Connie is picking me up at seven", she said, "so I'm going upstairs to shower and change while you guys are poisoning yourselves".

The next day was Saturday so Tommy had gone to his friends Jason's house with the admonition to be home for dinner by 7:30, when the pot pies would be done. At 6:50 the door bell rang. Expecting to see Elaine's girlfriend, when I opened the door, I was surprised to see a well dressed man of about 35 tall with blonde wavy hair. The first thought that entered my head was that he was a salesman, or worse, a Jehovah's Witness but I recalled that the Jehovah's always traveled in pairs. He dispelled both of my assumptions when he extended his hand and said"

"Hi, you must be Joe. Elaine talks about you all of the time.

As I confusedly accepted his hand he stepped around me and through the threshold. Seeing my confusion and displaying a brilliant white smile, he said:

"Oh! Perhaps you don't remember me, we met briefly at the office Christmas party. I'm Conrad Hunter. I must thank you for allowing me to escort Elaine this evening. I guess she told you that I' leaving this coming week to head up our London office and your wife has been such an invaluable asset to me these past two years that I wanted to show my appreciation".

All this was said in a matter of a few seconds but his eyes seemed to be evaluating me and the words were spoken with a hint of superiority and condescension. My wits finally returning, I said:

"Well, Conrad, there must ---------

"Call me Connie, he said cheerily, everybody does".

Hey:! A house doesn't have to fall on me, I finally made the connection so I continued more forcefully:

"Well, CONNIE, I think there may have been some miscommunication here. Give me a moment while I speak to my wife".

I climbed the stairs quickly but with as much dignity as a potential cuckold could manage. When I entered our bedroom Elaine had just finishing arranging her dress and was examining herself in a full length mirror. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that while not looking risqué was by no means conservative. She grabbed her red leather clutch which matched her 4" red high heels and turning to me with a smile, said

I heard the door bell, I guess that is Connie. How do I look?

I didn't reply but the look of anger and incredulity on my face must have prompted her to ask" What's up Joe? You look perturbed.

"Perturbed!, I shouted, " my wife wants to go out on a date with some young hunk who wants to make me his cuckold, so, no, I'm not "perturbed" I'm astonished, I'm pissed and embarrassed that there is a man waiting down stairs, in MY house, waiting for MY wife to accompany him for a romantic evening____and unless he's gay, it's with the intention of getting into your pants!"

When her hands went to her hips I knew that the conversation was not over and it was not going to go well. I could tell by the lack of an immediate reply that she was calming herself, readying for a verbal assault. With about as much anger in her voice as I have ever witnessed, she finally spoke:

"Well, Joe, I am the one who is astonished and pissed. First of all, you have all but accused me of being a slut, thinking that I would allow another man to seduce and fuck me. Your insinuation is more than insulting, it is hurtful. Secondly, I have worked with Connie for two years and he has always conducted himself as a perfect gentleman. He has never, and I mean NEVER hit on me or said one inappropriate word".

Then grabbing her purse and moving towards the door, added forcefully:

"I am not going to keep him standing by himself while you make a fool of yourself. I will be home around eleven and hopefully you will have gotten your head out of your ass by then". I stood there flabbergasted as I watched her descend the stairs

ELAINE;

I can't ever remember being so angry. Joe and I have a marriage based on mutual love and trust and I couldn't believe what my husband of nineteen years had just implied. Apparently the respect and trust that I thought we enjoyed was one sided.

Connie could obviously sense that I was upset as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He asked if everything was alright: I forced a smile and replied"

Absolutely! Are we ready?" I glanced back u[p the stairs as Connie put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the door to his car.

JOE;

I was standing at the top of the landing as I watched my wife reach her head up kiss her date and her glancing up at me momentarily with what I perceived as a smirk. He then put his arm around her waist and ushered her through the door.

The anger that I was feeling was not only at Elaine but at myself for not having been more insistent that she not go out and that if she did she was disrespecting our marriage and putting our relationship at risk. As I contemplated yesterdays' conversation when she told me of her intention to go to dinner and dancing with a colleague I now wondered if she intentionally did not use the words: he, him and his, just the name Connie. It seems unlikely that someone could avoid using at least one of those pronouns which I have to suspect was an intentional ploy to deceive me. Surely,, she didn't expect me to remember a five second introduction at a crowded office party almost a year ago.

ELAINE:

In the car Connie was making small talk but I was still so upset with Joe that I didn't hear most of what he was saying, I realized my mind had wandered when he asked:

"Well, what do you thinK?"

"Oh! Connie, I said, I'm sorry my mind drifted for a moment".

"It's OK he replied, I asked you what you thought of having dinner at the Chop House, it's at the Marriott and there is a good dance club there".

Forcibly pushing my recent marital conflict from my mind, I replied:

"That sounds lovely, I've never been there but I've hear good things about it".

He looked at me questioningly and reaching over to squeeze my hand which was resting on my thigh, asked:

"Is everything OK Hon? You seemed upset when you came down stairs and the brief encounter I had with your husband led me to believe he was not on board with our date".

The use of the words, Hon and Date, as well as his squeezing my hand did not escape my notice but really didn't raise any red flags. After all I've know this man for two years and a lot of men call their lady friends, Hon and the word "date" well, I guess in a vague way it was but not the way Joe was interpreting it.

"You're right! I assumed that Joe remembered you from the party especially since he had innocently asked later that evening who I had been dancing with. Thinking back I may not have used the name Connie and perhaps said, Conrad. I just don't remember. I guess when you showed up he just then realized that Connie was not the girlfriend he had been expecting, and got the wrong impression.

"Listen Hon, he said sympathetically, if you want to change your mind about this evening I will certainly understand. I'll certainly be disappointed because not only do you fantastic but I

was looking forward to a couple of hours on the dance floor with you.

"Absolutely not, I said possibly more vehemently than I had intended, I am looking forward to a nice dinner and enjoying your dancing skills, which I must say are prodigious. Unfortunately Joe has two left feet and only does a couple of obligatory dances with me when we are out." I didn't want to put Connie off so I said with a coy smile and a coquettish voice:

"However, I am a married woman and I did promise to be home by midnight, I'm yours till then".

I did remember that I told Joe eleven but that's before he pissed me off. Connie awarded me with his dazzling smile and this time reaching over and briefly touching my knee, said:

"Good! Let's just go and have a good time and I'll make sure to get Cinderella home before the stroke of twelve".

JOE;

Tommy and I ate our pot pies but for the first time I didn't enjoy mine. My son asked what time his mom would be home since he had already been told by me that she was going out to dinner with a girlfriend. I saw no reason to embarrass myself by explaining that his wimp of a father had allowed his mother to go on a date with a man. That''s exactly how I thought of myself, a wimp, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

Toms' bed time was extended by one hour on weekends so normally this would be a 10 o'clock night but frankly I didn't want to be sitting alone staring at the four walls waiting for my wife to come home, so I gave him an extra hour. However at eleven I sent him off to bed.with a hug. He was too old now to give a kiss, I knew it embarrassed him. I took up my post in the living room, watching a muted television and waiting to hear a car in the driveway. My anger had only increased and I intended to have a serious talk with Elaine when she returned. I was sure their relationship was professional but a married woman does not go out dining and dancing with another man, at.least not - my married woman.

I did trust Elaine despite what I had said earlier, but I didn't trust that prick that she went out with. Maybe it was my "cop" instinct or just the instinct of a jealous husband with an attractive wife. Either way his gentlemanly facade could not disguise the wolf behind his eyes and I just hoped that my Red Ridding Hood would not be fooled by the sheep's clothing.

At 11:30 I resisted the urge to call Elaine's cell but by 11:45 I could resist no longer. I was aware that her first statement of "home by eleven had morphed into "around eleven. However I fully expected her to answer and tell me she was on her way but once again the call went to voice mail and I did not leave a message. Since the call had gone immediately to voice mail her phone must have been intentionally turned off which only served to further fuel my anger.

ELAINE:

We had a wonderful dinner at the Chop House, preceded by a couple of Cosmo's for me and some beer for Connie. I can't say I wasn't enamored by his compliments about how lucky my husband was to have such a beautiful;, charming and sexy wife. When I mentioned my age in conversation he further boosted my ego by telling me that he just assumed I had married an older man and that I didn't look a day over thirty five .Women love flattery and I was certainly no exception. I had all but forgotten my little tiff with Joe and was looking forward to getting on the dance floor with Connie.

The band was exceptional and we danced almost continuously for an hour. The only times we sat were when a slow song started to play and I discretely moved us off the floor. When the band went on break I excused myself to go to the ladies room and when I returned Connie had a fresh Cosmo waiting for me and a beer for himself.

I was thirsty from dancing and probably drank it faster than I normally would because when the band resumed playing and we hit the dance floor again I felt a little woozy. A few songs into their set a slow number began and I didn't resist when Connie took me in his arms. That number was followed by another slow tune and I was actually grateful to hold on to him since the effects of that last drink left me unsteady on my feet and a bit dizzy.

Seeing my distress Connie suggested that we sit out a few numbers. I had hardly noticed that he had his hand on my ass as he guided us to our booth or the fact that he sat next to me instead of across from me as he had been doing previously.

JOE;

By 1AM I had called Elaine's phone five times and had left three messages, the last message being:

"Elaine, if this about punishing me, I get your point but I expect you to call me back immediately. If I don't hear from you within the next half hour I will be going to bed and setting the dead bolt so you can spend the night with your lover knowing you have destroyed a great marriage and a happy family. I was well beyond pissed and my imagination was starting to play havoc with me.

One thirty came and went but I did not go to bed, I sat in the living room doubting if I would have a marriage in the morning.

ELAINE:

I felt Connie's hand leave mine and slowly start to caress the inside of my thigh but I felt powerless to move even though I knew I was getting aroused. I tried to speak but even my ability to formulate words was affected and I was embarrassed that I had gotten so drunk. I felt a little dizzy but more like I was having an out of body experience and my body seemed incapable of obeying my commands. His hand was high on my thigh to the point where his pinky finger was rubbing agains my panties. Part of my brain was tolling me to stop this but another part me was enjoying the stimulation. At some point I vaguely recall a disjointed voice speaking to me and then a strong hand helping me out of the booth. I remember the voice saying:

"Honey, I think you should lay down for a while, you look a little under the weather.

There was an arm around me holding me upright and guiding me somewhere. I sort of remember being in an elevator but not knowing where I was going. When I entered a strange room there was a bed and I knew I needed to lay down. I wasn't tired but my limbs were unresponsive and my mind confused..I heard some indistinguishable soothing words and then Joe's lips were on mine. He unzipped my dress and lifted my legs to slip it off. After he removed my bra and panties his mouth was sucking one breast while his hand caressed the other one, teasing my nipple.