In the back seat
This will be short and sweet I think.
Lots of guys write about their wife cheating on them. I never thought my wife would, I thought we had a great marriage.
So it was Thursday, her book club night, when a group of mostly women would talk about a book, then talk about other stuff, then go to a bar and drink and talk about anything that would make them laugh. I only met the others in the group once, when Lori's car was in the shop and I had to pick her up; eight women and one man, Aaron something.
Well, last week's book club night was a little different. It was a warm night. She got to be an hour late, then an hour and a half, with no word despite my texts. So I drove to the school building where they hold the book club. Her car was in the lot, but she was not there. Then I noticed a strange thing- a man's shoe, then a sock (Argyle), then in the same direction another shoe and sock, then a shirt, etc., until it was clear a guy had been stripping on his way to the old mustard yellow station wagon parked against the bushes at the far end of the lot. That was strange, but I became alarmed when the trail became women's clothes- shoe, shoe, pantyhose, skirt- f***! I bought my wife that skirt for her birthday! -then a blouse and a bra, ending about five yards from the station wagon, where the windows were starting to steam up. I crept up to the back window, and sure enough, there on the laid-out back seat was my wife, f****** Aaron, the one guy in her book club.