That was it! - Sex Stories

That was it!

... all over the dance floor with Richard. Ignoring me in front of all your work mates. And you couldn't drink so you can't blame being drunk."

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I wasn't thinking"

"That's your excuse a lot recently, you've used it twice in the last few minutes. Well, whilst you were shaking your fat arse and floppy tits on the dance floor with Richard, I have been thinking as well, thinking a lot about our marriage, and I am still thinking."

"What do you mean 'Thinking about our marriage'?"

"You spent New Year's Eve shaking your body in that ridiculous dress with some man younger than our son, what else was I to do? Just drive the car and get us home in one piece."

"What's wrong with my dress?"

"It's totally inappropriate for someone of your size to wear a dress like that. I told you so and you told me it was up to you. You're correct, it is up to you, so I shut up and let you look stupid."

An icy hush fell over the inside of the car.

When we got home she let me out before she put the car in the garage. During the last bit of the drive I had made a decision. My ankle was throbbing now, and I was due a pain killer. Bugger it, there were still some Abbots Reserve bottles in the fridge. That'll do instead. I got one before she got in.

I was halfway up the stairs, bottle in hand when she came in from the garage, she had her phone in her hand. "Text from your boyfriend?"

She ignored the jibe and held her phone out to me. "No, just Julie making ...

... sure we got home safe."

I took it and checked and also if there were any messages from Richard. The message was from Julie and there was nothing from Richard. But that didn't prove anything.

I carried on upstairs, got to our bedroom, went in and closed the door behind me. We never close the doors in our house.

I sat on the floor with my back against it. There are no door locks fitted to the internal doors. I know, I built the house. Bum, I hadn't opened the beer bottle, good job I had my Swiss Army Knife on me.

I knew what was going to happen next, Ellie tried the door. "Honey, can I come in? I want to go to bed."

"Use the spare room or one of the kid's rooms."

"I want to sleep in our bed with you."

"You gave up the right to sleep in the matrimonial bed when you snogged Richard instead of me to welcome in the New Year."

"What?"

"You heard, you're not deaf."

I could hear her sobbing. That wasn't going to work either.

"But the beds are not made up."

"The linen is in the airing cupboard. You know that."

"But I want to be with you."

"Well, that's the first time tonight, isn't it? Just go to bed and think where you want this marriage to go. My ankle is hurting and I want to go to sleep. Now leave me alone."

I heard the squeak of the airing cupboard opening. I really must put a drop of 3 in1 on that.

I sat here thinking about how I got here. A very nice house, I know, I built it. Three nice cars. One a classic Rover P6. Two wonderful ...