And we're still married and going strong...
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"Hi, what's your name?" I asked.
She smiled uneasily, "Lucy."
I smiled back. "Hi Lucy. I'm Angela."
"Aren't you (last name)'s wife? I thought I recognized you."
"Yes, that's me. I just wanted to tell you that he's got a big crush on you. He told me how you girls were dancing and grinding all over him that night. I bet he'd love it if I did that to him."
She avoided the confrontation but she openly acknowledged with body language and a smile that, yes, I'd caught her, and yes, she was guilty as charged. I could tell she was a nice girl, but I really wanted to make sure that she knew that I was aware of her lascivious behavior toward my husband which has put wayward thoughts into his head, and I DO NOT approve.
We made about 45 more seconds of smiling small-talk. Her smile was sheepish. Mine was fueled by indignation. I said it was nice meeting her, then walked away with my sweet baby in my arms.
The purpose of the confrontation? I wanted to know what kind of a girl would grind on a married man. I wanted to know what kind of girl it took to distract my husband so completely, to the point of him re-evaluating our marriage like he never had before. I certainly wanted her to know that she hadn't gotten by me. I don't care if she was drunk. That just makes it all the worse. From what I've heard, drunk people lose their inhibitions which allows them to do things they wish they had the nerve to do when they're sober. So there I was in her face. Without saying anything to blatantly reprimand her, I certainly hope she got the idea that I was not pleased with what she did to my husband.
For the record, my husband had clearly been exploited by these drunk ladies. Although I wasn't there, I fully believe the true-to-life account my husband gave me. The girls pulled him onto the dance floor against his wishes (he hates dancing; he hates clubs; he hates drunk people). He was stunned and dumbfounded by their gyrations all over him, but as a hot-blooded male he looks back at that evening with fond sentiments. My indignation is aimed at the girls. My husband was a gentleman, and their designated driver. I guess that's how drunk ho's thank their DD's. I'm out of the loop on this; I really wouldn't know the etiquette of how a drunk single lady ought to thank a married man for being her responsible, sober driver.
Damn, I should've gone with him that night. I wasn't invited though, but if I had been, I doubt I would have wanted to go anyway. But once in awhile I get in racy moods; then I would be happy to grind all over my husband to show all the world that the magic doesn't have to die after marriage. OK, I could never imagine "dancing" like that with anybody. Call me modest or something. Why do people dance like that? Is the dance floor a great big orgy?
One more thing: I can't wait until I meet the other two drunken whores. I'll have my fists ready this time. To think that their night out was to celebrate becoming E-5's! They ought to be demoted to E- ZERO's for being irresponsible, drunken, husband-poaching whores. Those are not good NCO qualities. That's one reason I hated the military. They'll promote anybody. Even the whores.
I just can't stop being miffed by all of this... The longer I dwell on it, the more angry I get...and the more I wish I would have slugged the girl. But not with my baby in my arms. I think my son kept me civil."
She smiled uneasily, "Lucy."
I smiled back. "Hi Lucy. I'm Angela."
"Aren't you (last name)'s wife? I thought I recognized you."
"Yes, that's me. I just wanted to tell you that he's got a big crush on you. He told me how you girls were dancing and grinding all over him that night. I bet he'd love it if I did that to him."
She avoided the confrontation but she openly acknowledged with body language and a smile that, yes, I'd caught her, and yes, she was guilty as charged. I could tell she was a nice girl, but I really wanted to make sure that she knew that I was aware of her lascivious behavior toward my husband which has put wayward thoughts into his head, and I DO NOT approve.
We made about 45 more seconds of smiling small-talk. Her smile was sheepish. Mine was fueled by indignation. I said it was nice meeting her, then walked away with my sweet baby in my arms.
The purpose of the confrontation? I wanted to know what kind of a girl would grind on a married man. I wanted to know what kind of girl it took to distract my husband so completely, to the point of him re-evaluating our marriage like he never had before. I certainly wanted her to know that she hadn't gotten by me. I don't care if she was drunk. That just makes it all the worse. From what I've heard, drunk people lose their inhibitions which allows them to do things they wish they had the nerve to do when they're sober. So there I was in her face. Without saying anything to blatantly reprimand her, I certainly hope she got the idea that I was not pleased with what she did to my husband.
For the record, my husband had clearly been exploited by these drunk ladies. Although I wasn't there, I fully believe the true-to-life account my husband gave me. The girls pulled him onto the dance floor against his wishes (he hates dancing; he hates clubs; he hates drunk people). He was stunned and dumbfounded by their gyrations all over him, but as a hot-blooded male he looks back at that evening with fond sentiments. My indignation is aimed at the girls. My husband was a gentleman, and their designated driver. I guess that's how drunk ho's thank their DD's. I'm out of the loop on this; I really wouldn't know the etiquette of how a drunk single lady ought to thank a married man for being her responsible, sober driver.
Damn, I should've gone with him that night. I wasn't invited though, but if I had been, I doubt I would have wanted to go anyway. But once in awhile I get in racy moods; then I would be happy to grind all over my husband to show all the world that the magic doesn't have to die after marriage. OK, I could never imagine "dancing" like that with anybody. Call me modest or something. Why do people dance like that? Is the dance floor a great big orgy?
One more thing: I can't wait until I meet the other two drunken whores. I'll have my fists ready this time. To think that their night out was to celebrate becoming E-5's! They ought to be demoted to E- ZERO's for being irresponsible, drunken, husband-poaching whores. Those are not good NCO qualities. That's one reason I hated the military. They'll promote anybody. Even the whores.
I just can't stop being miffed by all of this... The longer I dwell on it, the more angry I get...and the more I wish I would have slugged the girl. But not with my baby in my arms. I think my son kept me civil."
He reads everything I write and he's free to chime in. But writing isn't everyone's hobby. We do talk things out though.