ANNA - 1

ANNA - 1

Once in a long while, the male half of a marriage gets lucky. Not very often, but it has been known to happen. I am married to Anna, at least for the moment. This is my perspective on what my wife has done to damage our marriage. I am not an insecure husband or, for the most part, a very controlling husband. I am usually quite laid back. However, I have a strong sense of what is right and wrong. I always try to stand for what is right.

Anna and I are a typical married couple. We married shortly after she graduated from high school and I graduated from the local community college. I am four years older than my wife and I have had considerably more sexual experience. Anna was a virgin when I met her. She had never been in a serious relationship; By that, I mean she never had any sexual experiences. Anna had only dated four men before we met. In fact, of the four men that she had dated, only one lasted longer than one date. Even her "Serious" relationship had lasted only a couple of weeks before he realized that she was not going to put out. He dropped her for a woman that was known to be easy. Anna admits that she had been kissed by a few guys and a couple of her dates had felt her boobs over her clothes, but none of her dates were even close to being sexual.

I was initially subjected to her speeches telling me she would not allow any heavy petting or sex before she was married. I do not know if I am just a glutton for punishment or if I took it as a challenge. She did hold out until I had given her an engagement ring. It is amazing how we created our two children because, even after marriage, Anna's legs were closed more than they were open. She did not seem to need it nearly as often as I did. We were lucky to make love even once a month. Even when she allowed me between her legs, she was not a vigorous participant. From the time we began dating, I have wanted an active sex life, and I have wanted to watch her with another man. I have suggested this to her, many times, that we try something that could lead to her having sex with another man. She has always shot me down immediately. I reluctantly accepted that she was not interested in being with another man. That did not stop me from fantasizing about seeing her spreading her legs for a stranger.

I had no clue that all was not well in my life and in my marriage. Anna had seemed a little more distant lately and spent a little more time on her phone, but that was not terribly unusual. My wife may have spent more time shopping lately but that was what she enjoyed doing and it was her form of stress relief.

I work at a local manufacturing plant. I suppose I could put less effort into my job, but as I have said, I try to do what is right. My job is to ensure that everyone has the materials they need, when they need them. It may sound easy but in reality, it requires a lot of hard work and planning. I am often exhausted by the end of the day. Today had been a particularly hard day. I had worked an additional two hours of overtime and it seemed like I had spent the entire day lifting something heavy. I am a blue-collar worker and not the CEO of a multinational company. I was tired and thankful to be home. A hot shower, a good meal and I would probably fall asleep in front of the television because I was completely worn out.

I had texted Anna to tell her I would be late getting home because of the overtime, so she delayed dinner until I arrived home. I hurried to shower and join my wife at the table. Our children were at my parent's house this week. It was summer break for them, so I was hoping for a nice quiet meal with just Anna and me. Anna had poured each of us a nice glass of wine. We do not usually have wine with our meal, but when we were alone it was a treat we sometimes shared. It was often an indication that I would be getting lucky later that night. I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I was silently hoping that she would not be in the mood tonight.

In hindsight, maybe I should have hoped that she was in the mood and we had gone to bed early. In reality, Anna chose tonight to tell me what she was going to do. I did not say that we discussed it or she wanted to talk about trying something. No, she told me what she was going to do and, apparently, believed I would go along with it.

My wife was her normal self throughout the meal and we made the usual small talk while we ate. It was after we had enjoyed dessert, apple cobbler, and finished nearly another glass of wine that she sprung her plan on me. Part of me believes that aliens snatched her brain and the defective brain they replaced hers with, previously belonged to an idiot.

This was Wednesday, and my wife informed me that on Friday night she was going out. Okay, that has happened before, not often, but I did not begrudge her an occasional evening with her friends. For some reason, I waited for her to clarify what she had planned. She then added that she would most likely not be home until sometime Saturday. I am sure my face spoke volumes but so far I had not said a word. I am also sure my blood pressure was up several points. That happens when you have a strong desire to choke someone, but I kept my mouth closed. In my opinion, not coming home could only mean that she intended to do something that a decent husband would not approve of.

I drained my wine glass and searched my mind for a plausible reason she would even say what she had said. When I did not respond, she became angry. I can just imagine how angry she would have been if I had said what I was thinking. She began to lay out her reasoning for what she wanted to do. She began to argue that since I was more sexually experienced than she was, she should be able to enjoy the same experiences. She added that I was holding her back and that I never let her do anything. In fairness, I would have objected, if she had come to me with this crazy plan. If she had discussed it with me, well maybe we could have come to some sort of agreement. I had wanted to see her with another man, but what she was proposing did not sound like she planned to indulge my fantasy.

After I gathered my thoughts, I calmly asked her who she was going out with. She began screaming that it was none of my business who she was friends with. I just looked at her and told her in a calm voice that if she could not tell me what she was going to do and whom she was going to be with, I would have to ask her not to go out on Friday night or I would go with her.

That sparked another round of being told how controlling I am and how it is none of my business who she goes out with. I was told that she did not need a chaperon. After her outburst, she took a deep breath and told me that even though it was none of my business since I wanted to know so badly, she would tell me that she was going out with her boss and that she intended to spend the night with him.

Her boss is the owner of the company she works for. As for what her plans were, I had already figured that part out. I took a breath and was going to ask her why and ask her not to do it, but before I could say anything she added, with venom, that there was nothing I could do about it, and if I tried to stop her she would go anyway. She continued to rant that if I did not accept what she was going to do and wait for her return, she would divorce me. She believed that she would get the house, the kids, and I would not be able to see them except under the Court's supervision because she would tell the judge that I had abused her.

Obviously, she had been planning this and the aliens that stole her brain must have been coaching her as well. I knew, from seeing what had happened to other men, that what she was saying was not all that far from the truth. Maybe if I was the CEO of a large multinational company, I could afford an army of private investigators and an attorney who graduated at the top of his class, then I might get a fair outcome in Divorce Court. If I was part of a seal team and had friends who worked for a secret government agency, I could effectively fight what she was planning to do. However, since I was only a lead person at a local manufacturing company, I knew, and she knew, that she had me in a tough spot.

I knew that ultimately she would get her way, If I objected, she would do what she planned. If she divorced me, I would have a much lower standard of living. Heck, even if it was an amicable divorce, I would lose my kids and become a weekend dad. She would still be free to fuck whoever she wanted to fuck. That said, I am not a wimp. While I would not do anything that gave her ammunition for her claim that I was abusive. I would not voluntarily lay down and accept what she wanted to do.

The woman who had been my wife through thick and thin for so many years finally stopped screaming at me. In as calm of a voice as I could muster, and I admit I may have failed to sound calm, I told my wife that if she went out and had sex with anyone, I would immediately file for divorce. That brought another round of threats and her making false claims about our relationship. I left her yelling and went to our bedroom.

Of course, I was livid. I had showered earlier but I took another shower. I don't know if I was subconsciously trying to wash away what she had said, or if it was just a way to escape and let the hot water soothe my sore muscles. The shower felt good but did little to soften the blow her words had on my heart. I went to bed and actually slept for a few hours. I woke up early to feel Anna snuggled behind me. She was nude so that was her invitation to have sex. If my wife wanted sex she would remove her clothes and sleep nude. If sex was a possibility, she slept in a nighty that covered the sexy parts but was loose enough that her body was easily accessible. If she was on her period or for some reason there was not a chance in hell of me getting lucky, she wore a set of pajamas that included pants and a button-up top. I expected that she would not come to bed and if she did she would be wearing the pajamas that signaled no sex tonight. I was pleasantly surprised to feel her bare breasts against my back; Tonight, I was the one who was not in the mood. Rather than risk a confrontation, I quietly got up and dressed for work. It was early but I managed to sit in my chair and sleep for a while longer.

I am normally a hard worker and I do my job well. Thursday was not my best day. I could not help but worry about what she was planning to do. Unfortunately, I had no plan to effectively stop her. I would go from feeling sorry for myself, sad that my marriage was imploding, to being angry that I had put up with her demands to limit the amount of sex we had. I realized that I was angry at myself because I had not tried harder to persuade her when she said no to sex until she had an engagement ring on her finger. I was angry that my marriage was falling apart but it made me particularly angry that after denying me sex for years she was going to obliterate her marriage vows to have sex with her boss.

I wondered if I had pushed her harder to try the swinging lifestyle if that would have quelled her desire for another man. My common sense told me that it would not have mattered and her desire to sleep with her boss had little to do with me. Still, I could not help but wonder if my trying to be an understanding husband had actually caused her to look elsewhere for sexual excitement.

I somehow made it through the day and went home. Anna was not there, even though she normally beats me home by a few minutes. For the first time in our marriage, I began to worry about what she was doing. I immediately began to worry that she had decided to go ahead and cheat with her boss. When she was not home an hour later, I was angry. I was thinking that she must have gone to his place, or to a motel, and had sex with him. In the time that she had been gone, she could have easily been intimate with her boss. When I heard the garage door open, I actually felt relief that she was home but I was afraid that she had been with her lover. She came into the kitchen from the garage, carrying several bags from upscale women's stores. She had one bag from a famous lingerie store. That hurt but part of me was thankful that at least she had not been cheating. My wife was out shopping for clothes to impress her upcoming date. She was buying sexy things for her date. The fact that she wasn't out cheating made me feel a little better, and at the same time, it hurt to know she was preparing herself to have sex with her boss.

I had warmed up leftovers from the previous night, when she was not home, so we sat and ate together. Tonight there was no small talk. We were both on edge but chose not to start shouting while we ate. After dinner, we cleared the table and then I went to the living room to sit in my chair. Anna came in and sat on the corner of the loveseat closest to me. She began by asking me to not say anything until she was finished. I really didn't have anything constructive to say, so I nodded my agreement. She began by telling me that she was sorry about the way she told me what she was going to do. She assured me that her decision had nothing to do with me. She admitted that she had not considered taking a lover until Rod, her boss, began to seduce her. She told me that he had opened her eyes to a whole world of things, she had never considered, but wanted to experience. A whole world of things that I could never give her.

I interrupted her monologue by asking what she meant. She had the decency to blush but after a few calming breaths, she began to tell me that Rod had explained that the women in his life had weekly massages and spa treatments. They did not have to work for anyone and they had a housekeeper to do most of the heavy housekeeping. Further, his women had memberships at the finest country clubs and they enjoyed international vacations, every year. She had me there, to my knowledge she had never had a professional massage. I loved to massage my wife and she worked because we were not wealthy. We were not members of any country club, but we did take late-night rides in my truck and make out down by the river. In the ways her boss suggested, I could not compete.

I said nothing because I had no defense. She was blinded by the shiny things her boss was dangling in front of her. When she continued, she told me that her boss had told her that he had gold faucets in his home. I lost it then, I began yelling that I did not give a F**k about his faucets! She stopped talking about her boss and reverted to explaining how much she wanted to experience this. She would only be gone for one night and then she would return home. Even I could see that she was blinded by what her boss was offering. If she was to ever enjoy the things her boss was offering, he would need to divorce his wife and if I remember correctly, he had a couple of kids. Her date would probably ruin two marriages. Four children would have a part-time dad. I told her, again, that unless we could come to some sort of an agreement, her date on Friday would result in me filing for a divorce.

She had the gall to tell me that Rod had assured her that I would take her back and things would be even better than before. She added that he had offered to have the company attorney represent her if I was foolish enough to try and divorce her. So much for my threat to file for divorce. She was not at all worried that I would divorce her, but on the outside chance that I did file for divorce, she would be represented by one of the top law firms in the city. I do believe that she did not want to hurt me but she had decided that what she wanted was far more important than my feelings. After all, I would get over it and we would have an even better marriage if she did this.

I went up to our bedroom, showered, and then fell into bed. Sleep did not come easy and a little later Anna came to bed and cuddled against my back. She made sure that I could tell that she was naked by rubbing her boobs on my back and throwing her leg over mine and humping her shaved pussy against me. She had not been this aggressive in a long time. I could feel a little dampness between her legs. I normally would have rolled toward her in a second and we would have had fantastic sex. Tonight, I wondered if her wetness was for me or if she had been talking to her lover before she came to bed.

I am not rich and the faucets in my home are plain old chrome, but I am a man and I was seriously considering turning toward my wife and enjoying her one last time. I began to get hard and I was just about to turn over when I realized that she was going to be in another bed, with her boss, by this time tomorrow, giving him what should only be mine. That thought disgusted me enough that I got up and left the room over her objections.

The next morning, I left for work before she came out of the bedroom but I only went to work to tell my boss that I was not feeling well and ask for the day off. He readily agreed that I looked bad and agreed for me to take the day off. I stopped at the HR office and changed the beneficiary of my insurance from my wife to my children. I also had my paychecks sent to a small checking account that was in my name only. I used it to save for things that I wanted, and now I wanted to make sure that my money was not used to fund her adultery.

I used the rest of the day to cancel credit cards and close all of our joint accounts. It certainly appeared that we would be divorcing and I felt no desire to finance her cheating. I went to a law office and the attorney that saw me explained that a divorce would cost me about what I had withdrawn from our joint accounts. He told me that the judge would probably order me to give her half of what I had withdrawn. I noticed that he was willing to accept the money I had withdrawn as a retainer and let me worry about repaying my then-ex-wife later. His assessment of how the divorce would go down was about what I thought it would be. I would be screwed either way. I gave him the retainer and told him to prepare our petition for divorce. If her boss was going to enjoy her charms, he could pay her bills.

I returned home at my usual time and noticed that Anna was already home. I could hear the water running and she had the door closed to our bedroom. She did not come out of the bedroom until a few minutes before seven. She looked fabulous in a little black dress that covered very little. Her makeup was perfect and she apparently had an appointment with her hairdresser earlier that day because her hair was styled perfectly. She had the audacity to come down the stairs carrying her overnight bag.

My soon-to-be former wife announced that I had missed my chance for some loving last night and now I would have to wait until she returned to reclaim her. She submitted that maybe waiting till she returned would be best. She told me that Rod had told her to cut me off Wednesday so that I would be more willing to accept her when she returned. If I had known Rod did not want her to have sex with me I would have made love to her until the sun came up this morning. Okay, I would have tried to screw her for a long time.

She announced that her boss would be at our house, to pick her up, at seven and she would go out to his car so as not to further embarrass me. Gee, thanks for the small favors. She repeated that she would be back sometime tomorrow and everything would be better. I could tell she was nervous and I stayed in my chair. When she asked if we were going to be all right, I told her again that we would be divorced if she went on her date with her boss.

Telling her the truth was not helpful and I received another set of threats of being taken to the cleaners in a divorce and not being allowed to see my children even every other weekend. This time she added that Rod had told her that he could get me fired from my job if I put up a fuss about them dating. It had not been said but my wife never said that this would be a one-time experience. Even though it was not said, she was planning on going on dates with her boss, and anyone else she wanted to sleep with, on a regular basis. I was just there for days when she did not have a date.

By sheer coincidence, Rod had a terrible accident on his way to pick her up. Another car ran a stop sign, clipping his car and spinning it into a concrete barrier. He was evidently distracted but he may have been able to avoid the collision if he had been paying attention. My wife was all dressed up and had no date. She became more and more agitated every minute he was late. After he was an hour late, she called his cell phone number. The phone was answered by the police officer who had responded to the accident. After learning that my wife was one of his employees, the officer told her that her boss, Rod, had been pronounced dead at the scene.

My wife immediately began screaming at me, thinking that I had something to do with her boss's accident. She grabbed her overnight bag and stormed out of the house to spend the weekend with the girlfriend from work. Yeah, the one who had been encouraging her to cheat. Turns out, the woman had male company that night and she did not want my wife in her home. My wife's pride would not let her come home, so she went to a hotel. Unfortunately, her credit cards did not work. Don't you hate when that happens. Her cards had all been canceled. Eventually, she found enough cash in the ashtray of her car and in her purse to rent a room for one night.

To hurt me, because she continued to believe that I had played a role in her boss's demise, Anna increased her efforts to fuck someone; If for no other reason than to prove to me that I had no say in what she did. Her work was in turmoil and Anna couldn't afford to spend another night at the hotel so she decided to live with her parents; almost a two-hour drive from her work. She spun a story, to them, that I was being unreasonable. As some women do, the woman I was married to, implied that I was abusive, so her parents accepted her with open arms. Her parents cared for her but they are not foolish. Even though they let her return home, they kept a close eye on her.

The owner's wife took over running the company. She did not have any business experience but my wife was no longer the boss's pet, and she had to work hard to save her job. Rod's wife must have suspected that her husband had been involved with Anna, so she was extra hard on her.

Work had resumed immediately after the funeral and my estranged wife immediately accepted a date with the office lothario for Friday night. She wanted to go out with him sooner so she could prove her point by having sex with him, but he told her he had other commitments until Friday and wanted their date to be special.

Anna tried to rub it in my face by telling me, in detail, what she planned to do. She still blamed me for ruining her date and the life of luxury she had hoped for with her boss. Anna wanted to make it perfectly clear that I did not own her and she was going to do what she wanted to do by going out Friday night to be fucked by a "real man". For the record, I do not feel that I own her, I just wanted her to remain faithful. She is right, I cannot stop her if she wants to cheat, but I do not have to remain married to her.

Again, a strange thing happened. The company Lothario was badly beaten, Thursday night, by a man wearing a ski mask. I believe it was the husband of another woman he had bedded, but Anna told the police that it was probably me. I was arrested without even being asked for my side of the story. Fortunately, I had a perfect alibi; I was in a marriage counseling session to help me deal with the loss of my marriage. After I was released, with an apology from the Chief of Police, I had her served with divorce papers at her work. That embarrassed her but I really did not care at that point. I also included a restraining order that instructed her to stay away from me, our family home, and our children until everything was sorted out at the divorce hearing.

My soon-to-be former wife tried a second time with a different man that she worked with. Once again, she tried to rub my face in it. She ignored the Court order and called to yell at me and threaten me almost daily. I do not know what I ever did to deserve her wrath, but her actions were starting to piss me off. This time, she told me what she was going to do and who she was going to do it with. If I were to believe her, she was going to do several things with him, several times, over the weekend, that she had never allowed me to do. Unfortunately for the both of them, his wife had him served with divorce papers when they walked into the lobby of the hotel, where they planned to spend the weekend shredding their marriage vows. That one, I may have had something to do with. Making sure his wife was informed of their intentions and where they planned to have dinner before going to a hotel to enjoy an adulterous weekend. It was the least that I could do.