Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Knock at the Door

It all started with a knock at the door.

My son looked out the front window and shouted to me that it was a friend of Daddy's. I opened the door expecting it to be one of Hubby's buddies. Instead, I was looking at Hubby's  favorite playmate from a few years ago. Twenty-something.  Blonde.  Not gorgeous, but not unattractive. I just stared at her.

She looked like a deer in the headlights.  She stuttered and finally managed to ask if Hubby was home.

That's when I realized what was going on.  Hubby had taken my car to the shop to have some work done. So, it was the middle of the day on a weekday and only his car was in the driveway.

She wasn't expecting me to be home. She thought she'd find Hubby there alone. Un-fucking-believable.

I told her that he wasn't home. She asked if she could have his phone number because she lost it. Seriously. She asked ME for my husband's phone number.  I told her I couldn't do that, but if she gave me her number I could call him and pass on her message. I grabbed some paper and wrote down the number.

Let's back up for a moment.  You may remember that Hubby came clean about his extracurricular activities a couple of years ago when one of his skanks tried to blackmail him.  She wanted cash in exchange for not telling me about their affair. He decided to tell me rather than pay her, which was the right thing to do, of course.  As we talked about it, I learned that he had been seeing several women for a long time. The one standing in front of me was his favorite and the only one that he used to bring into our home for sex.

Not only did he bring her to our home, but he fucked her in our bed - many times. That was a big deal for me. I was (and am) ok with him playing with other women, but not in our home and not in our bed. It's a simple matter of respect for me.  He agreed he would never do it again, yet her she was standing on my porch at a time when he should have been home alone.

After she gave me her number, she didn't know what to do.  She apologized for bothering me. I told her it was no bother at all. Then, after another awkward moment or two, she turned and walked away.

I was too angry to call Hubby, so I texted him. "M just showed up at the door and asked for you. She asked for your number but I refused and I got her number instead. xxx-xxx-xxxx.  She would like you to call her. When you speak with her, please tell her I never want to see her at my home again.When we talk later, you may want to be prepared to answer some questions.  What the fuck was she doing here?!? Why did our son know her?? He called her 'Daddy's friend'.Are you still seeing her? Remember our deal?  If you screw around then I can do it openly, too. You should think about these things before you come home."

Within 15 seconds of hitting Send, my phone rang.  It was Hubby.

"I have no idea why she came to the house," he said. "I haven't seen her for a couple of years and I told her never to come to the house."  He sounded a bit frantic.

"I suggest you make that clear to her again."

"Do you believe me?" he asked quietly.

I thought about it for a moment.  Then I answered, "No, I don't believe you, but that really doesn't matter. I don't want her anywhere near our home and I don't want her anywhere near our son. You need to make sure she complies."

He agreed and said he would call her and straighten things out.

About ten minutes later, the phone rang again.  It was him, but I didn't answer. Whatever he had to say, it could wait until he got home in a couple of hours.

I spent some time thinking about what had happened, trying to figure out what I was feeling. I was definitely angry, not because of the likelihood that he was still seeing her, but because she came to the house. Because I opened the door and there she was.  Because Hubby had obviously had her over when my son was home. Because I just didn't want to deal with her. I shouldn't have to deal with her. If I could keep my playmates completely away from him, why couldn't he manage to do the same for me?

Yeah, I was angry.

When Hubby got home, he told me that he called her and she started apologizing as soon as she answered the phone. He said she promised she would never come by the house again, under any circumstances. He said she came by because she thought he'd be there alone and she was interested in starting things up again.

That was already obvious to me, but I was glad he was honest enough to say it.

We talked a bit more about my anger that our son knew her. He apologized and said he knew that was wrong and he shouldn't have had her over when our son was home.

And he swore repeatedly that he hadn't been with her for a couple of years. I finally stopped him because I was tired of talking about it. I didn't believe him anyway and no amount of talking would change that.  Besides, as I said before, it really didn't matter. I didn't (and don't) object to him having sex with twenty-something playmates.  I'm not that young anymore and I certainly can't offer a 25 year old pussy. If he wants to get that, he can. But he needs to follow the rules and be discreet.

The last thing I said to him that night when we got in bed was that I don't ever want another visit like that. He agreed.  Then  he asked if I wanted to fool around. Seriously. After all of that, he asked for sex.

I was stunned, silenced in disbelief.  Then I thought about it and answered.

"Sure, why not?"

8 comments:

loat said...

Wow, unbelievable story! I can't imagine being in that position. I am sorry you had to go through this.
I am sure you figure she had been over more recent than a couple years. For your son to mention her, seems like it had been not long ago.
Hope you get this worked out and can move on.

Tom said...

Wow... um... happy birthday?

~McKPR said...

O.O you are a much better person than I am. DH and I are (finally) in counseling after 25-years and all because I was stupid enough to answer a call in the morning so I could hear the voice of my ldg since it had been several months since I had seen him in real life. that was in February and these last few months have been brutal and full of hypocrisy (his) as I hear about how my one indiscretion is far worse than the three he has had (that I know about) in the past. The worse was the one that almost ended our marriage 12-years ago when there are pictures of her with our then young daughter out at dinner, the park, her home, our home as if they were a family!! Yet that is nothing compared to the Tumblr that I had been posting to my morning greetings to my ldg who is fucking 3000 miles away that I don't even talk to in real time on a consistent basis. *sigh* sorry for the rant. Your post just hit home more than I expected. That said, you are truly an amazing woman Kat. I hope the fooling around led to some good sex and that your birthday is a celebration of all that is you. {hugs}...~McKPR

~McKPR said...

O.O you are a much better person than I am. DH and I are (finally) in counseling after 25-years and all because I was stupid enough to answer a call in the morning so I could hear the voice of my ldg since it had been several months since I had seen him in real life. that was in February and these last few months have been brutal and full of hypocrisy (his) as I hear about how my one indiscretion is far worse than the three he has had (that I know about) in the past. The worse was the one that almost ended our marriage 12-years ago when there are pictures of her with our then young daughter out at dinner, the park, her home, our home as if they were a family!! Yet that is nothing compared to the Tumblr that I had been posting to my morning greetings to my ldg who is fucking 3000 miles away that I don't even talk to in real time on a consistent basis. *sigh* sorry for the rant. Your post just hit home more than I expected. That said, you are truly an amazing woman Kat. I hope the fooling around led to some good sex and that your birthday is a celebration of all that is you. {hugs}...~McKPR

Max said...

Yikes and double yikes!! I hope that's really the end of it....

lust for love said...

This is unbelievable!

Lola said...

You might not be able to offer him "25 year old pussy," but it sounds like the pussy you have to offer (to him and lots of other men) is pretty damn hot and worth fighting for.

Kaseraaa said...

I would have asked her to stay for dinner and really blow his mind when he came home...lol