I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... a half an hour later, they both pulled in and went into a room.”

“That bastard!” Marianne hissed. “He told me he needed to stay late at the office a lot. Some shit about short staffing. I'm going to kill him!” She started to get out of the car.

Mike grabbed her arm. “Wait, Marianne, it way not mean anything. Maybe it's not what you think.”

“Oh please! My husband is already playing me for a fool. Don't you start, too. Let go of me!” she growled, wrenching her arm free of Mike's grasp.

“Marianne!” I bailed out of Mike's car, ran after her, and spun her around to face me. “Don't do anything rash. We have no way of knowing what they're doing.”

“What the hell do you think they're doing, Kevin? Trading baseball cards? Crocheting? Are you even more stupid than I am?” Karen said.

“But we don't really know anything,” I said.

“Then let's go knock on the door and ask them! Are you coming with me, or am I going alone?”

Everything suddenly snapped into place for me – all the signs I had ignored. She was right, but I didn't want to admit it, to her or to myself. “All right, Marianne, we'll go and ask them together. Come on, Mike, you're going with us.”

“Why?” Mike asked.

“You don't have a vested interest in any of this, so you're going to serve as mediator,” I said.

“Yes, come with us,” Marianne said. “You may have to stop me from ripping his balls off!”

We knocked on the door. We could hear movement inside, and then Bob opened the door, wearing only ...

... his boxer shorts.

Marianne burst inside. “You fucking bastard!” she screamed at him. “You no good, rotten fucking bastard! Where is she?”

Bob had a look of utter shock on his face. “Where is who, honey? What are you talking about?”

Karen's purse was sitting on the bureau, and I could see a thong on the floor near the bed. I recognized it. I had taken it off Karen with my teeth more than once. I could feel the veins starting to stand out on my neck and my stomach dropping to the floor. The look of fear on Bob's face told me he could feel my rage when I barked, “Where's Karen?”

He just stood there, his mouth working, but no sound coming out. He was the only one in the room, but I could see light under the closed bathroom door. I pushed my way past him and knocked on the door. “Come out here, Karen.”

There was no response. “I know you're in there, so you might as well come out,” I said.

Bob finally found his voice. “Guys, there's no one here.”

I tried the bathroom doorknob. It was locked from the inside.

“You fucking liar!” Marianne screeched. Mike grabbed her just before she tried to claw her husband's face.

“Don't stand there and lie to us, Bob,” I said. “That's Karen's purse and those are her panties. Your cars are both outside.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, Kevin,” Bob sputtered.

Now I was really getting pissed off. “Shut up, motherfucker. I swear to God, if you lie to me one more time, I'll come over there and shut you up! Karen, ...