Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... Sunday morning at the latest, when we were supposed to drive home.

I didn't sleep much that night, repeatedly going over in my mind what I had done to suddenly make Vivian believe she needed to fuck another man or two, and that I would actually put up with that. The closest I came to a reason was that because I had gone out of my way to give her almost everything she wanted, she thought I was either weak or submissive. She would soon find out she was tragically wrong.

Saturday morning I did all those financial things that seem cliché, like cancelling all of our joint credit cards and moving half of our money to an account in my name only.

I had no idea if Vivian went back to the room on Saturday and went back out without noticing I was gone, or just stayed out from Friday night all the way to Sunday morning, but I didn't get the first text until Sunday morning a little after 9.

"Where R U? We have to check out by 11," she texted.

I showed the text to my brother and we chuckled while drinking our slush margaritas on his back porch. He got up to check on the bratwurst he was grilling for our brunch. My great sister-in-law was in the kitchen making some homemade potato salad. There is nothing better than the comfort of family when life goes to shit.

A second text stating pretty much the same thing came in 30 minutes later, followed quickly by several voice mails degenerating in spirit. Her voice mail at 10 reminded me that she didn't have any way to get home ...

... as I drove us up there.

Her next voice mail was angry and threatening. The one after that was pleading as she apparently tried to extend her stay at the hotel but couldn't because her two credit cards had been cancelled. Goddamn those margaritas went down great!

"Not a prayer you'll reconcile with the silly bitch?" my sister-in-law Sharon asked. "You two seemed to have a pretty good marriage, and I know you still love her."

"I would have killed for her, and I know that's not just going to go away quickly, but the way she went about it tells me that at best, I'm number two on her list of people to love, behind herself."

My brother's cell rang at about 5 while the three of us were still on the back porch, many margaritas having bit the dust. He showed me the caller ID and raised his eyebrows at me, giving me the option of answering if I wanted. I mouthed, "Fuck no!" He flipped the phone to Sharon, who was still somewhat sober, at least compared to Bill and me.

"Hi, Viv. I'm answering Bill's phone because the drunk bastard doesn't have the balls to answer himself. Yes, we know what happened. No, we don't know where he is right now. How the fuck could you do that to the sweetest guy in the world, Viv?" Sharon said.

I could only imagine what Vivian was telling her on the other end of the line. Sharon rolled her eyes a couple of times and scrunched up her face once. She said, "Uh huh" twice and "Mmm" twice more. Finally she told Vivian, "Good luck," and ended the ...