19-04-2019, 10:20 PM
ZERO TOLERANCE
PART11
Ed and Linda finally left around 10:15 PM. Stacy started cleaning up the kitchen while I got rid of the empty bottles and took some papers down to the trash can. I looked around quickly to see if Stacy could see me and when I was comfortable that she couldn't I made a quick search of the trashcan. There wasn't much in it, just a few food wrappers and a Macdonald's cup. After another look to make sure Stacy wasn't looking I reached in the can and pulled out the cup. The condom was not inside. I looked around inside the trashcan but there was no sign of that condom. I wondered what Stacy had done with it.
I went back into the house full of trepidation. As hard as I tried I could come up with no reasonable explanation for finding that condom in Stacy's van.
When I walked into the kitchen Stacy gave me that look again. Was it guilt? Was she waiting for me to ask her about the condom so she could start confessing her sins? I knew that I was going to have to pick the time for this conversation. I had to make sure that I was calm enough to handle the answers to my questions. I was still holding out hope that there was an explanation that would not destroy our marriage.
I decide that I would wait until we got upstairs and then say something like, "Did you throw away the cup I had under the seat in the truck? I found it while I was cleaning out the van. Do you know how it got there?" The question wouldn't be in the form of an accusation. It would give her a chance to answer me calmly. Then it would be up to me to decide if she was telling me the truth or not.
While Stacy was filling the dishwasher I headed upstairs to the bedroom. I was getting nervous when it seemed to be taking Stacy longer than it should to finish loading the dishwasher. I listened at the top of the stirs for a few minutes. I could not hear anything for a while and then I heard the squeak of one of our kitchen chairs as Stacy got up. I guess she had been sitting there trying to decide how to handle things.
Finally I heard Stacy approaching the stairs so I ducked back into the bedroom and pretended to be finishing my packing when she came into the room. Stacy stood at the door looking at me with that strange expression on her face again and then without saying a word she came over and kissed me.
It was a deep tongue kiss that started the blood flowing into my soon to be erect cock. For the next couple of minutes I kept waiting for Stacy to pull away from me and to either confess or wait for me to ask her about the condom.
After the kiss Stacy didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me.
"Stacy, did you throw away the MacDonald's cup that was under the seat in the van?" I asked.
I felt Stacy's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "Yes. I was looking for my sunglasses and saw the cup under the seat."
"Did you happen to see what was inside the cup?" I asked.
"Yes. I have been wondering how that got there." She answered quickly.
"I found it yesterday when I was cleaning the interior of the van. It was in a MacDonald's bag along with food wrappers and drink cups. The bag was wet from the melted ice in the cups and when I tried to pick the bag up it broke open. The condom had been wrapped in a tissue. I thought at the time that Ed and Linda must have had a little party on the way to Concord but they didn't use the van yesterday."
"Why didn't you throw it away?"
"I don't know," I said. "I was a little pissed when I found it. I was going to say something to Ed about it tonight but decided to just forget about it instead."
"Good thing you didn't confront him with it. That would have been embarrassing."
Stacy seemed to be relaxed as she started getting undressed. I wondered, if she was innocent, why wasn't she questioning me about the source of that used condom?
"So Stacy, where do you think that condom came from?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PART11
Ed and Linda finally left around 10:15 PM. Stacy started cleaning up the kitchen while I got rid of the empty bottles and took some papers down to the trash can. I looked around quickly to see if Stacy could see me and when I was comfortable that she couldn't I made a quick search of the trashcan. There wasn't much in it, just a few food wrappers and a Macdonald's cup. After another look to make sure Stacy wasn't looking I reached in the can and pulled out the cup. The condom was not inside. I looked around inside the trashcan but there was no sign of that condom. I wondered what Stacy had done with it.
I went back into the house full of trepidation. As hard as I tried I could come up with no reasonable explanation for finding that condom in Stacy's van.
When I walked into the kitchen Stacy gave me that look again. Was it guilt? Was she waiting for me to ask her about the condom so she could start confessing her sins? I knew that I was going to have to pick the time for this conversation. I had to make sure that I was calm enough to handle the answers to my questions. I was still holding out hope that there was an explanation that would not destroy our marriage.
I decide that I would wait until we got upstairs and then say something like, "Did you throw away the cup I had under the seat in the truck? I found it while I was cleaning out the van. Do you know how it got there?" The question wouldn't be in the form of an accusation. It would give her a chance to answer me calmly. Then it would be up to me to decide if she was telling me the truth or not.
While Stacy was filling the dishwasher I headed upstairs to the bedroom. I was getting nervous when it seemed to be taking Stacy longer than it should to finish loading the dishwasher. I listened at the top of the stirs for a few minutes. I could not hear anything for a while and then I heard the squeak of one of our kitchen chairs as Stacy got up. I guess she had been sitting there trying to decide how to handle things.
Finally I heard Stacy approaching the stairs so I ducked back into the bedroom and pretended to be finishing my packing when she came into the room. Stacy stood at the door looking at me with that strange expression on her face again and then without saying a word she came over and kissed me.
It was a deep tongue kiss that started the blood flowing into my soon to be erect cock. For the next couple of minutes I kept waiting for Stacy to pull away from me and to either confess or wait for me to ask her about the condom.
After the kiss Stacy didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me.
"Stacy, did you throw away the MacDonald's cup that was under the seat in the van?" I asked.
I felt Stacy's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "Yes. I was looking for my sunglasses and saw the cup under the seat."
"Did you happen to see what was inside the cup?" I asked.
"Yes. I have been wondering how that got there." She answered quickly.
"I found it yesterday when I was cleaning the interior of the van. It was in a MacDonald's bag along with food wrappers and drink cups. The bag was wet from the melted ice in the cups and when I tried to pick the bag up it broke open. The condom had been wrapped in a tissue. I thought at the time that Ed and Linda must have had a little party on the way to Concord but they didn't use the van yesterday."
"Why didn't you throw it away?"
"I don't know," I said. "I was a little pissed when I found it. I was going to say something to Ed about it tonight but decided to just forget about it instead."
"Good thing you didn't confront him with it. That would have been embarrassing."
Stacy seemed to be relaxed as she started getting undressed. I wondered, if she was innocent, why wasn't she questioning me about the source of that used condom?
"So Stacy, where do you think that condom came from?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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