One of the things that pregnancy caused in Camryn is that as her pregnancy progressed she became more and more horny and the hornier she got the more she tried to entice me back into our bed. She would greet me when I got home from work wearing nothing but heels and thigh high nylons. She would leave the bedroom door open and finger fuck herself or use one of her dildos on herself and hope that her sounds of arousal would draw me in. I won’t say that I wasn’t tempted a time or two, but that was just hormones and I was able to fight them off. Finally one day Camryn told me that if I wasn’t going to take care of her she was going to go out and find some one who would.
“Good. With any luck you’ll find someone who will do something totally stupid and cause you to lose the kid and then I can get on with the divorce.”
“God damn you Dave; why can’t you get it through your thick head that I love you and that I’m still your wife?”
“The question Camryn, is why can’t you get it through yours that seventeen men and a bastard child ended it for us?”
If she did go out and get dicked I never knew about, but even if I would have I wouldn’t have given a shit.
The day finally came and Camryn was delivered of a nine-pound baby boy, apparently healthy and with a full compliment of fingers and toes. Camryn named him Bradley after my father and the baby immediately captured the hearts of grandma and grandpa and was started on a life of being spoiled on the day he came home from the hospital.
My parents were constantly underfoot so I was forced into behaving like Bradley’s adoring father, which I was anything but. Bradley was the constant daily reminder of Camryn’s infidelity and I tried to keep some distance from him, but it was hard to do with mom and dad around all the time.
Then the day came when Camryn’s doctor cleared her to begin having sex again. She came home and told me and then stood there expectantly waiting for me to say something, but all I did was turn and walk away. I went into the den and started going through some papers that I had brought home from work. Camryn followed me into the room and stood there watching me for a bit before starting to talk.
“You are my husband Dave, and I love you whether you accept that or not. I fucked up. I admit it. I fucked up and I let fear and greed lead me into doing something that I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry as hell. But I can’t undo it Dave. And I’m locked in. I care for your parents as much as you do and I’m stuck with this situation until either I die or your mother does. But I’m not made of stone Dave and I’m not going to become a nun. I love you and I want you in my bed with me honey, but if you are going to keep your back turned on me I will end up sharing it with some one else.”
“Well you certainly know how to do it Camryn. You have had plenty of practice. There are seventeen men out there who can testify to that.”
“Okay Dave, at least I tried.”
It was a week before she brought the first one home with her. She left the bedroom door open so I would have to see what was going on when I passed the room to go to mine. Once again she misread me if she thought I was going to quietly put up with it. I walked into the room while the asshole was in mid-stroke and said, “I am not going to put up with any shit Camryn. Anytime you leave that door open from now on I will come in her and stomp the asshole you are with into jelly.” Then I pointed at the guy with his dick in her and said, “Get off the whore and follow me over to the door and close it behind me when I leave.” And then I turned and walked out of the room. Thirty seconds later the door closed and two minutes later the guy came out of the room and headed down the stairs.
Five minutes later Camryn came down to my room. “Was that necessary?”
“Yes it was. You have made the decision to co-exist with me in this house. It will only work as long as we tread lightly around each other. You left that door open to tweak my nose and you got what you deserved. I don’t give a rats ass over what you do in that room, but you had best do it with the door closed.”
After that first one there were a couple a week from then on. The bedroom door stayed closed, but I could still hear what was going on all over the house. I did my best to avoid Camryn and her friends, but it wasn’t always possible. Sooner or later she was bound to bring some asshole home with her and sure enough one day she did.
I was coming out of my den as they were coming in the front door and he looked at me and said, “Who the fuck are you?”
He never saw it coming and I looked down at him stretched out on the floor and said, “I her husband you fucking asshole and this is my house. When you are in my house you speak to me with a civil tongue, do you understand?”
Then I stood there and glared at him until he said, “Okay, okay man, I’m sorry.”
Camryn didn’t get laid that night because he didn’t stick around after he got up. Camryn stood there looking at me. “So, is this a sign? A thaw in our rather cold relationship? The male fighting for his mate?”
“Not hardly. Just remember that this is my house too. I won’t put up with shit like that in my own home. You had best make sure that the trash you bring home with you know the rules before you bring them in the door. Rule One is don’t fuck with Dave and Rule Two is memorize rule one.”
A year passed and while things didn’t get any better they never got any worse. But even though I didn’t notice them noticing other people saw that things were not right between Camryn and me. I was at my parent’s house for my dad’s birthday and I’d managed to get myself half in the bag. When my dad asked me to join him in his study I should have found an excuse not to go if for no other reason than I’d been drinking too much and I know that my mouth runs away on me when I’m like that.
He cut right to the chase.