Chapter 3

It was the certainty that he had been right. He needed no more explanation.

You see, Sarah never shunned a confrontation. She even welcomed them. Actually, she often blamed her husband for avoiding them. To keep the peace John hardly ever went for a confrontation. Or he retreated because the issue didn't merit the destructive ugliness of a fight.

Right now Sarah had done exactly what he knew she hated.

She had taken offence. She had looked downright hurt. But she did not confront him with it. She didn't challenge him or strike back. She left the field without a battle. This was highly unusual for her. And John knew why she did it.

She had no valid answer to his question. And she did not have that because he had been right.

Sarah cheated on him.

When Sarah Cunningham returned from her visit to the supermarket, she found an empty house.

It did not surprise her.

As a matter of fact, she had already bought fewer groceries and skipped the usual cans of beer. She also forgot most of the meat.

She expected John to be gone. And he was.

She found the little note and read it. Then she crumbled it and threw it away.

The kettle whistled. She poured the boiling water on the tea. The weather was nice enough to sit on the deck and enjoy it. She sat. And she enjoyed.

Did she regret John leaving?

She knew she would miss him. The ease, the comfort. And the memories. But she also knew she was already over him. She had been working towards this moment for over two years.

She'd hardly ever wondered why it had been so easy to go behind John's back. Why there had been almost no guilt or remorse. She guessed she'd lost respect for him. He failed to command it, so why give it to him? He was such a nobody compared to other men she met.

He just gave in, always putting his own desires behind hers. Maybe other women would call it love and devotion. Sarah found it irritating. She saw strong men bullying their will onto others and she admired them for it. Stan, for example. Now there was a man...

A tiny shiver touched Sarah's crotch.

To be honest, it was a surprise that it had taken so long for John to discover her cheating. An affront, even, she thought. Another testimony of his disinterest.

Sarah had been fucking around on John ever since Julie, their daughter, had left the house for college. That was now almost two years ago. In the beginning they had been little flings and adventures. Flirtations that went out of hand. But these last months she at last gave free rein to the insatiable lust she had been feeling for years.

Once more it amazed her how easy it had been to find young, delicious lovers.

She was a good-looking woman. She kept herself attractive. As a matter of fact, she spent most of her self-earned money on it. Especially after she went to work full-time, a sizeable chunk of her income went to her wardrobe, lingerie, hairstyling and make up. She grimaced when she thought how John never objected. Did he even notice?

She was over forty years old. At times she could almost have been the mother of the young men she fucked. But they had flocked to her.

From the start she knew this was her life.

She also had known from the beginning what she would do if John discovered it. If he would not accept it, she would choose her new life over this dreary existence she had with him. She would offer John a divorce. Or concur with one he'd offer her.

She would never give up this new-found life.

But she also decided from the start that she would not provoke discovery. She would hide it the best she could. She would never fuck them at home. And she'd never stay away without a good explanation. She also wouldn't make love to John right after fucking another man. Although he never ate her pussy, she wouldn't treat him on a sperm filled vagina.

She thought she owed him that. As a matter of fact, she was quite proud of herself to have been this considerate.