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But Honey, It Was Just A Dance
by Nakdsub (nakdsub@yahoo.com)

***

Was she cheating on him? He had his suspicions, but 
could find no real evidence. (MF, wife, cheating, 
rom)

***

I doubt very much if I'm the perfect husband. I have 
a stressful job and I know I sometimes come home a 
little grumpy. Maybe I'm not the best provider, I'm 
certainly no millionaire, but we do alright. We have 
a nice home, two luxury cars, my wife has a closet 
full of beautiful clothes and our eight year old 
daughter, Jennifer, has tons of expensive toys. 

I also love my wife and daughter very, very much. My 
wife, Linda, and I have been married for almost 
twelve years. For the most part, they've been twelve 
wonderful years. The last six months, however; I've 
seen a change in Linda. She's been very irritable 
and, instead of me being able to let off a little 
steam after work, I have to listen to her bitch about 
something or another. 

Another area we've been having a problem in is the 
bedroom. I've always tried hard to keep our love life 
spontaneous and exciting. It seems lately though, 
nothing seems to please Linda. She has not been in 
the mood lately or she has the proverbial headache. 
Little by little I've been getting frustrated with 
her, and with our marriage as a whole. 

I started going over things in my mind at work when I 
had a minute or two and as I started putting two and 
two together, I was coming up with three, Linda, me, 
and a lover. 

I wondered if it was possible. I'd tell myself no, 
she would never do that to me, but then I would 
think, for what I know about affairs, all the 
symptoms were there. I thought of hiring a private 
detective, but I had no evidence, all I had were 
suspicions and certainly nothing to warrant the cost 
of a P.I.

So, I started to investigate on my own. I did little 
things like call the house in the middle of the day. 
Sometimes she would be home and sometimes not. I got 
a hold of an old, outside surveillance camera and 
mounted under the eaves of the garage with and tape 
unit inside the garage. I wanted to see if any 
strangers were coming to the house, but after two 
weeks, there was no one. 

I did see my wife leave the house sometimes, then 
tell me she was home all day, but that's not really 
proof of an illicit affair. 

Time went on, and although I still had absolutely no 
proof, my suspicions deepened. Her moods were getting 
worse and we hadn't made love in over three weeks. I 
was getting pissed! 

Our twelfth anniversary was coming up and I wanted to 
go out and have some fun. It had been a long time 
since Linda and I had gone out for a night of dinner 
and dancing and I was ready. 

Linda also seemed to be up for it and I had high 
hopes of a fun night out, and an even more fun night 
once we got home. We arranged for Jennifer to spend 
the night at my folk's house so we could really enjoy 
ourselves with no time restraints. 

We went to Linda's favorite restaurant and had a nice 
time, although Linda was still a little quiet. She 
looked like she was more anxious to get on the dance 
floor so after dinner we went to a little place were 
Linda and I used to dance the night away years ago. 

I'm not a bad dancer, if I do say so myself, in fact, 
that's one of the things that brought Linda and I 
together. We got a table for two, a couple of drinks, 
and then it was on the dance floor. We were both 
having a great time. 

After we were both a little tired after dancing for 
almost forty five minutes straight, Linda excused 
herself to go to the ladies room. I watched her 
graceful walk as she left. I thought I also saw her 
make eye contact with a good looking guy sitting at a 
table in the back all by himself. I thought it was 
strange that a guy would come here by himself, but 
then I thought, like Linda, his date was most likely 
in the ladies room. 

I watched for my beautiful wife to return. Again, as 
she walked past him, I could swear I saw them both 
grin to each other. I was starting to get suspicious 
again wondering if they knew one another. 

Linda sat down and asked me to get her another drink. 
Rather than get up and go to the bar, I happened to 
catch one of the bar maids and ordered us both 
another. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that 
guy was still sitting alone. He was, most certainly, 
there by himself. 

Just as our drinks came I saw Mr. lonely walk up to 
our table. He looked straight at Linda. "May I have 
this dance?" he asked her.

I piped right up. "No thanks," I said. 

He looked at me and said, "I was talking to the 
lady."

Just then Linda chimed in. "Harry," she said, "you're 
being rude."

"I'm being rude? Let me explain something. This guy 
just walked up and asked my wife to dance without 
asking my permission. That's not only being rude, 
it's being extremely disrespectful. If he had come to 
me and asked if I mind that he ask you, I would have 
probably said okay, but now...not a chance in hell." 

"Harry," she said with a edge to her voice, "we're 
married but you don't own me. I'm not you slave and 
if I want to dance with him, I will."

"Now you get this straight," I said getting more and 
more angry by the second, "this guy was rude and 
showed me no respect by passing me up and asking you 
directly, to dance. That's one thing. If you go ahead 
and dance with him against my wishes you are, not 
only showing a flagrant disrespect to me, but to our 
marriage as well."

"Harry, I just want to have some fun," she said.

"Linda it's our anniversary, I want to have fun too, 
but with you, and sitting here watching you dance 
with someone else is not my idea of fun, especially 
when I've asked you not to dance with him. Now you're 
right, I don't own you and I can't stop you from 
dancing with him, but if you do, you better get him 
to take you home because I'll be gone." 

I could see the anger in her face, I was surprised 
she couldn't see the same in mine. "Well I'm going to 
dance with him and we'll talk about this when I come 
back," she said. 

The jack-ass had a smirk on his face as he stretched 
his hand out for her to take as she rose up from her 
chair and they walked out to the dance floor 
together. 

I'm sure they didn't even see me leave because I was 
out the door before they even started dancing. I was 
already six blocks from away when my cell phone rang.

"Where the hell are you?" asked Linda in a very 
contrite voice. 

"I'm on my way home to pack a bag, why?"

There was a pause. "What the hell are you talking 
about...pack a bag, where are you going?" 

"I don't know yet, all I know is I'm getting the hell 
away from you," I said. "I've had enough."

"You can't be serious, Harry, it was just a dance, 
one lousy dance. You're going to throw twelve years 
of marriage down the drain over a dance?"

"It has nothing to do with a dance, Linda. Why would 
you ever want to stay with a man you don't respect? I 
told you at the table that was what this was all 
about. I'll be honest, I haven't caught you, but I'm 
pretty sure you're cheating on me. I suspect with the 
jack-ass you just danced with. I saw the look you 
guys gave each other when you went to the bathroom. 
Then he came over to our table he gave me the same 
amount of respect a guy would give to the husband of 
a woman he's fucking...none."

"Harry," she said, now with a softer voice, "I would 
never cheat on you, why would you even think that?"

"You got to be kidding. We haven't made love in over 
three weeks! When we do your heart's not in it. 
You've been short tempered and grumpy for the last 
six months. If you're not having an affair you're 
doing one hell of a good imitation of it." 

There was a silence from the other end of the phone. 
Finally..."I'm sorry Harry, I didn't realize we were 
drifting so far apart. Please, just come back and 
pick me up, we'll talk about this." 

"Nope! As I said, I've had it, at least for now. I 
told you if you dance with that guy you would have to 
find your own way home and I meant it. I'm pulling in 
our drive right now. I'll be out of here by the time 
you get home. I'm not sure where I'm going or how 
long I'll be gone. I'm not even sure I'm coming back. 
If you are having an affair maybe you should just go 
to him and forget about me."

"Honey, please believe me, I'm not having an affair. 
Please, look I'll grab a cab home, but please just 
stay there until I get home. We have to talk this 
out. I'll be home shortly." She hung up. 

I pulled into our drive, went upstairs, and packed a 
bag. I was out of the house in ten minutes flat. I 
wondered if she was really going to take a cab home 
or if jack-ass would drive her so I drove down the 
block, turned off my lights, and waited to see. About 
twenty minutes later a Yellow Cab pulled into the 
drive, Linda got out and ran into the house. I saw 
what I wanted to see so I took off for a motel. 

Almost immediately my phone started to ring again. I 
turned it off. I still had no proof of infidelity, 
but I had very strong suspicions. I was almost 
positive Linda and the guy she danced with knew each 
other. I thought now might be the time for that 
private detective. If I wasn't home, she may go to 
him for consoling. 

The next day I went through the Yellow Pages and 
found the P.I. with the best ad. I went down to his 
office and gave him a retainer. After that I went 
into the office. My secretary told me to call my wife 
immediately. She said Linda had called twenty times 
already and something was definitely wrong. 

I told her Linda and I were having problems. I was 
not going to return Linda's calls and, for now, if 
she calls back to tell her I will call her when I'm 
good and ready. I also called the receptionist in the 
front of the building and told her not to let Linda 
come back if she should come by. I wanted to give the 
P.I. a chance and see what he could come up with. Now 
it was just a waiting game. 

A little later that afternoon I got a call from 
Andrea, our neighbor. I knew it would be about Linda 
but I didn't want to seem rude so I took her call. 
"Harry," she started, "Linda told me what happened. 
She also told me you suspect her of cheating on you. 
I've lived next door from you guys for years, I 
believe I would know if Linda was cheating on you and 
I have never seen any evidence of that. Harry, she 
knows dancing with that guy was wrong. She said she 
got angry because you said she couldn't dance with 
anyone, but she thought about what you said and she 
knows you were right. She loves you, Harry, if you 
don't know that, I do." 

"Andrea, thanks. I think you know me well enough to 
know it wasn't only the dance that got me so upset. 
Our marriage has been falling apart for the last six 
months. I have tried and tried to pull things 
together but it seems the more I did the further 
apart we were. That night dancing was just the last 
straw. I haven't decided yet, just what I'm going to 
do."

"Please Harry, please talk to her" 

"Andrea, do me a favor, tell her I'll call her at the 
end of the week. I still have some thinking to do."

"Okay Harry," she said, "I'll tell her but please, 
please call her then, will you promise me, please?"

"I promise," I told her. We said our good byes and it 
started me thinking again. Andrea and her husband, 
Don were good friends. I can't picture Andrea lying 
to me. If Linda was cheating on me, she was being 
very discrete about it.

I waited until that Friday. It had been five days 
since I hired the private investigator. I called him 
for a complete report. It was very boring, not one 
thing to indicate Linda had a boyfriend or that she 
was cheating on me at all. He told me he had 
investigated a lot of cheating wives, some were 
extremely cunning but he could always tell if they 
were cheating. He told me to stop the investigation 
right now and save my money. 

I thanked him and decided to call Linda. Her voice 
was weak and shaking when she answered. "Hello."

"It's me," I said. "Are you okay, you don't sound too 
good."

There was a short pause. "Harry, I just don't know 
what I'm going to do if you don't come back to us. 
I've tried to stay strong for Jennifer's benefit, but 
all I do is cry. They say you don't know what you've 
got until you lose it, that's so true, Harry. I guess 
I just started to take you for granted. Harry, I'm so 
sorry, so very, very sorry. You were right, I should 
have told that guy I was with my husband. I showed 
you no respect and I don't know why because I do 
respect you, respect and love you. I swear, Harry, if 
you give me another chance I'll never make that 
mistake again... never! 

"Okay, okay," I said, "just stop talking." 

"My God," she almost broke down, "you're not coming 
back are you?"

"Yes, I am," I said. "I just don't need any more 
apologizing, that's all. I have to go to the motel 
after work and get my stuff but I'll be home 
tonight."

"God, oh God, thank you,"

I still wasn't sure I was doing the right thing. I 
was still pissed and I still had my suspicions about 
that guy she danced with, but both my neighbor and 
the P.I. I hired were sure she wasn't cheating. There 
was also more than just Linda and me to think about, 
there was Jennifer too. 

After work I picked up my clothes and went home. 
Jennifer came running and almost tackled me at the 
door. She asked where I had been. I explained I had 
been out of town for a few days. She obviously knew 
nothing of our problems. Linda was right there too. 
She put her arms around me and showered me with 
kisses. I kissed her back, passionately. I still 
loved her. In the end that was the driving force 
behind me going back home, I still loved my wife. 

***

That was a little over a year ago and married life 
has been wonderful again. Linda was again the woman I 
married, both in and out of the bedroom. A couple of 
months ago she gave me a surprise birthday party, a 
holiday we hadn't celebrated in many years, although 
we had always celebrated hers. 

Last night was our thirteenth wedding anniversary. We 
went out for dinner and the theatre. We then went 
home and made love all night long. To this day I 
don't really know if she was cheating on me or not. 
I'll probably never know for sure; I do know I'm glad 
I decided to come back home. 

END

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