A new spark - Sex Stories

A new spark

... and her friends formed a committee, to have the club stop buying flowers and start using plants as decoration. This all to help the environment. My response, that the club should turn the golf course into a park to help the environment, does not go over well. After dinner and in a bit of a huff, she leaves. Five minutes later, I text her to look in the glove box. I get a response saying that she’ll just have to exercise more to burn of the fat. “Strike two, another swing and a miss.” My resolve is waning but not gone, so an hour later I get in my car and head to the club. Veronica usually does not spend more than an hour on the tennis court. When I arrive I ask the concierge where I might find Veronica, but he tells me he has not seen her. Not wanting to spoil the surprise I send a text asking how her tennis game was and if she’s at a table with her friends. I get a response back that the game was fine and she’s having an ice tea. On my way to the bar, I run into one of her friends, who in passing says, ”Dillon, long time, you and Veronica should come to the club more often, we miss you guys.” This stops me in my tracks. I try to respond, but by the time my brain has processed this information, she has turn the corner. I head to my car and my mind immediately goes to an affair. It fits, the disinterest in me, the terrible sex and every night going out and lying about where. Using a lie about being drunk and forgetting where I parked my car, I find out from the car track ...

... company where it is. It’s on a street I know, but not wanting to draw anymore conclusions I just drive there. I park at the end of the street and walk up. My suspicions are realized when I find her car. It’s parked in front of the house of one of our mutual friends. Brad and Mary van Hooyten. He’s a big wig lawyer and she’s a socialite country clubber. Mary’s probably at the club right now. I move towards the house and decide to go around back. The backyard is lit up. Hiding behind one of the bushes I see two people in the hot tub, Brad and Veronica. It looks like whatever amorous activity they were up to is done. “Strike three, you’re out.” Something turns in me. I should be hopping mad, I should go over there and kick his ass and yell at her, but I simply don’t care. I stand there realizing that it doesn’t hurt me to see this. It actually feels liberating. I had been starting to doubt myself and my ability in the bedroom. I snap a picture of the scene, so that when I confront her I don’t get five rounds of denial before the truth comes out. I then turn around and leave. Relieved and with a new found energy I walk to my car. When I get in I decide not to go home but to the hotel. After checking in, I briefly consider either going to the bar and trying my luck or perhaps try to find an escort service. Neither feels right, so I run the bath and watch a basketball game from the tub. When I’m dried off and lying in bed, I get a little antsy. So I order some pay per view porn and ...