The Separation

It was my weekend to have the kids, which was something I don't think I would ever get used to. I pulled up to Veronica's new apartment at 6:55pm, and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I got anxious every time I drove by, but felt almost sick when I had to go up. When I knocked on the door I heard my son running up. He opened it yelling, "Dad!!!" in his usual excitement, and gave me a big hug.

It had been two months since Veronica and I separated, and only six weeks since we had moved into our own apartments. I never in a million years thought it would be possible for us to have gotten here. I thought we were different, special, and somehow immune to the issues that plague most marriages. Veronica had agreed to hold off on filing anything official for now, and to try separation before making anything permanent. I always got the feeling she liked living on her own anyway. She definitely had a simpler, calmer life now, which I know she missed.

After the first few weeks of moving chaos settled down, and we got into a routine, I couldn't help but wonder if she had started dating yet. I know it seemed too early, but it would be just her style to go for an anger bang. Like the line she used to say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, or in her case, on top of someone else. Every time I thought about it I became anxious. I had often fantasized about her as the sexual object of her partying past, and that is the side that would most likely come back out now, only for someone else. I trolled dating sites a few times to see if she had a profile up, but not finding one was almost worse than finding one, because without answers it left my imagination running wild.

"Mom, dads here!!!!" yelled my son, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the entryway. He attempted to pull me towards his room saying, "Dad come look at my new bed!!!" but I pulled him back saying, "Uhhhhh, hang on buddy, I think we should wait for your mom to........"

Just then Veronica came out of her room, and stopped when she saw me. I kept my shades on, as it made me feel less vulnerable. It was a moment that was all too familiar, yet now totally different. She looked at me with no emotion, the way she did when she was upset, only now it was a shield from feeling anything. She immediately went into the kids schedule, but distracted by how hot she looked, I couldn't help but tune her out. Her hair was curled with soft, loose waves, eyes were dark and smokey, and her lips were stained red. She looked seductive, and so fucking sexy.

As she continued talking I used the fact that she couldn't see my eyes to look her up and down. She was wearing stretchy black leggings that showed off every detail of her toned legs and juicy little ass perfectly, and her shirt was so low cut, obviously intended to show off as much cleavage as possible. I quickly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. Shit, she never dressed this sexy when we were married!! She had always been fairly modest, but this was a whole new side of her. Her perfumed skin permeated the room, taunting me even more. She was definitely dressed to seduce. I felt my mouth go dry as I tried to swallow.

Weeks earlier when I came to get the kids I spotted a spare key to her apartment dangling on a hook in the kitchen. Without thinking I grabbed it and as soon as I left I went and got a copy made, returning hers two days later, hoping she hadn't noticed. I don't even know at the time why I did that. Not knowing things makes me crazy, and I think somehow just feeling like I could get answers if I wanted to made me feel more in control.

Just then I realized she had stopped talking a moment ago and was waiting for me to respond. Shit, she had always been on me for not listening. "Um, yeah ok, got it" I said sort of unconvincingly. She just raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'should I believe you?'

"So, what are you all dressed up for? Going out with the girls?" I had a pit in my stomach waiting for the answer.

Without any hesitation she answered, "No, I have a date." Surprisingly she didn't say it trying to rub it in my face, no, she was to mature for that kind of pettiness, or just disconnected from feeling anything, it was hard to tell sometimes.

"Oh wow...... ok, first date?" I asked, trying not to sound like I cared as much as I did. I certainly didn't want her to think the thought bothered me.

"No........ our third." she answered quickly, zipping up my sons hoodie.

My stomach tightened into a knot. "Wow! Shoot.......a third date already?!" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah,,........why do you care?" she asked, sounding sort of annoyed that we were even discussing it.

"Oh I don't know, I guess I just didn't think you would have met someone...... so quick, and had already gone out that many times. I mean, it hasn't been that long, and I just got settled myself." I said.

"Yah well I did" she said, quickly trying to end it.

"Ok, well date number three, lucky guy!...... that was always the sex date back in the day, haha!" I said laughing, anxiously waiting for her response.

The look on her face changed slightly, then in a tone that sounded like she wanted it to sting a bit said, "He is lucky.....and I probably will get some tonight." I couldn't hide the shock that shown on my face. She smirked slightly, probably happy seeing how I obviously cared.

Just then my daughter ran out of her room and into my arms and before I knew it I was headed out the door with the kids, still completely in shock and distracted by my wife's admission. My stomach was doing flips as my mind raced, I had to know, was she serious, or just messing with me? Who was it.....what did he look like.....where were they going? Would they go back to her place or his, and what have they done already?!

Before I knew It I was home to my apartment, after driving halfway to our old house out of habit, and being distracted by these thoughts swimming in my head. Once inside I got the kids some stuff out to play with so they would entertain themselves for a while. Just then I had an epiphany. I had added her phone back to the 'find my iPhone' app right before she moved out, I could see where she was!! I was excited to find anything to give me answers to these questions.

As the app loaded it searched for a few moments until it still showed her location still at home. I paced around keeping myself busy, and checked back in a half hour. At last it showed a new location, downtown in the bar district. I visualized her out with this guy, having drinks and flirting. Knowing how she got when she drank I'm sure she was losing her inhibitions quickly. I could only imagine how much attention he was giving her. And the way she looked tonight I'm sure he was checking her out every chance he got. A feeling I knew all too well.

I was starting to lose it. I paced around the house wishing I had bugged her phone, it was making me crazy wondering what they talked about and what they were doing. Just then her spare key flashed through my mind. I didn't even think it through, I just reacted instantly by picking up my phone and texting my new babysitter if she could come over. She was a 17 year old that lived two doors down. A couple of weeks ago her mom had seen me when I was getting home with the kids and came over to offer her daughters services, probably to keep her from going out. But either way she was great with them, and of course CPR certified through her school. About a minute later she responded she was on her way over and five minutes later I heard a knock on the door. After she was done saying hi to the kids I thanked her for the short notice, to which she just smiled and said it wasn't a problem. She also mentioned I could stay out as long as I want.

My heart was pounding as I got in my car and turned the key. What was my plan here, to watch and see if he came home with her? I didn't even know at this point, I just knew I needed to know something because the unknown was making me crazy. About five minutes later I pulled up to her apartment. Heart still pounding, I checked the find my iPhone app. She was still downtown. I sat for another minute then something else took over, I had to know something, anything. I got out of the car and looked around, nobody.

I fondled the key as I walked up the stairs and prayed no one would see me. When I got to the door I was sweating slightly and that's when I realized I was about to break in. How was I doing this? As the reality swam through my head I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. My heart jumped as I walked in and quickly closed the door. I looked out they blinds to see if anyone had seen me, but saw nothing. A calm came over me. I looked around the living room for a minute then straight to her bedroom. I became slightly aroused as I smelled her perfume, still strong, hanging in the air.

Any real clues would be on her phone so I looked through her drawers for condoms, new panties, anything. Nothing. Just her vibrator snuggled away in her panty drawer. When I saw it I wished she could get herself off, at least then she might not be in such a hurry to date. I pulled back her comforter and inspected her sheets for signs of sex, but they were clean. My mind began to slow down its pace. The questions as to what had she been doing were being satisfied the best they could. And it seemed as if it was nothing. Maybe she had been messing with me after all.

I breathed in deep as I felt a calm wash over me, then pulled out my phone and opened the find my iPhone app to see where they were. I waited a moment as it triangulated her position. A rush of adrenalin surged through me and I became instantly lightheaded as the blue dot on my screen showed her in the courtyard, moving towards the stairs to her apartment!! I only had seconds to react. I looked at her closet, bad idea. Just then I heard a key slide into the door. I dropped to the floor and slid under the bed, hitting my elbow on the center stud. It was a surreal moment, feeling the white shaggy rug under me that we had bought together. And the bed over me that we had slept in together as a happily married couple, minus the fact that she had gotten a new mattress.

My heart quickened as I heard the front door open, and I became aware of the sounds of my own breathing. As I focused on slowing it I listened intently. Just as the door shut I heard a mans voice. My stomach tightened into a knot. I couldn't make out what he said but she laughed. After a minute she walked into the bedroom as my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I could only see her feet as I watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door. I couldn't believe this was happening. Only months earlier I would have been laying on top of this very bed waiting for her.

She was only in there for a few minutes, then came out and went back in the living room. About a minute later he came in and used the bathroom at which time I heard her turn music on, which made me worry less about the sound of my own breathing. I slowly turned my head to look at the other side of the room and noticed from the reflection in the mirrored closet doors I could see almost everything. When he came out I saw him. It was only for a moment as he walked back into the living room, but he looked to be in his late 30's, tall, clean cut, a solid build, and very handsome. Just like Veronica to have to win at dating too.

I was instantly jealous. Obviously I wished anyone she met after me made her miss my body in regret. I was mad. I couldn't believe she met a guy that looked like that! My mind raced and adrenalin surged through my body after seeing him. I could hear as they talked and laughed, but couldn't make out what they were saying. After about ten minutes of this their voices fell silent and all I could hear was music. The minutes ticked by at a snails pace, and what was probably only about five minutes seemed like thirty. At first I wondered why they were so quiet, naive from my own inability to accept what was happening.

Then like a lightbulb turned on in my head I accepted the obvious. They must be making out. Images burned in my brain, were they standing, sitting next to each other, was she straddling him? I felt the jealousy burning in me as my stomach was in knots. I closed my eyes and could see them, their lips pressed together, tongues swirling and darting around in each other's mouths, while hands explored the shape and feel of each other's bodies. I was sure that with the tension being built between them over the last three dates something was going to happen, and knowing my wife, had probably been wet with anticipation the whole night.

My mind was suddenly reminded of her beautiful pussy, which I'm sure had been well prepared for this date. The thought of her sex aroused me like nothing else, I must have master bated to the thought of her every day since we split.

Just then I was brought back to reality as their silence was finally broken. I heard faint talking, then what sounded like them getting up off the couch and walking towards the room. I looked towards the mirrored closet doors and saw her walk in with him following closely behind. For a moment I couldn't believe what she was doing, and so soon after our separation. Shouldn't she be too sad, and distracted with work and kid stuff?! I quickly reminded myself that this wasn't the Veronica I knew, this was the highly sexual Veronica of her past I had only heard stories about, and the one I had often fantasized about. I was finally about to experience that side of her, just in a much different context than I had ever imagined.

My heart was pounding so hard I could swear they might hear it and I watched intensely at the reflection in the mirror as they stood at the edge of the bed, and began to kiss. It was a surreal moment, as the light from the entryway illuminated their bodies just enough for me to see. The wet, sensual sounds of kissing filled the room, and I watched in disbelief as his hands slid down her back and begin to squeeze and caress her ass. Their kissing began to get passionate, and I could sense the eagerness between them. Suddenly I felt a rush of jealousy and possessiveness, followed by the realization that she was no longer mine. I took a breath and let go, fully accepting what I knew was about to happen.

After a couple of minutes their kissing slowed to a stop, as her hand slid slowly from his waist, down the front of his thigh, towards his crotch. I squeezed my eyes shut, and for a brief moment heard only the sound of my own heart pounding. Seconds later the silence was broke as he began to groan. Fuck, I didn't want to see this.......I had to see this.

I opened my eyes and watched as her hand squeezed and caressed the outline of his dick. I remembered how good it felt, and I hated that he was the one feeling it now. But as their obvious sexual chemistry took over, my jealousy slowly faded away, and to my surprise, I started becoming aroused. I closed my eyes again, and as I listened, couldn't help but envy the obvious pleasure he was feeling while she continued to massage his dick. As I listened to his groans, my cock swelled until it pressed painfully tight against my jeans.

After a few moments she stopped and whispered something, but with the music on in the living room, I couldn't make it out. But he sat on the bed, and reaching down, started taking off his shoes. I looked back in the refection of the mirror and watched as Veronica pulled off her boots, then slowly lifted her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. I felt a rush of adrenaline watching her undress, and as I looked over, he was watching her too, undoubtedly excited seeing her perfect tits for the very first time. Then she pushed her leggings down and stepped out them, wearing only a pair of tiny black panties, and I couldn't help but imagine how soaked they must be.

My heart was pounding as I watched them getting naked. Then he stood up, with his shirt already off, and began unbuttoning his jeans. I couldn't help but notice his well defined stomach, and as he pushed his jeans and boxers down to the floor said, "Oh.... god baby, you'r so fuckin' hot......."

Then stepping out of them, he stood back up as I saw his long, thick cock hanging down between his thighs. My stomach tightened in a knot. I looked at Veronica, her eyes wide, undoubtedly excited at the visual, and what she was about to do with it. He moved up close to her, and their lips met again, lustfully kissing at each other's mouth as he reached up and began to feel and squeeze her tits. I could see his cock silhouetted between them, slowly lifting into the air as it swelled, getting bigger and harder by the second. It was surreal, and time seemed to slow. Then like a dream, she reached out and slowly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, gently stroking him. As he groaned into her mouth I noticed how small her fingers seemed in contrast to his girth, and I hoped it would almost be too much for her. A few moments later she released him and moved onto the bed.

As they climbed on, the bed frame creaked and the mattress compressed above me. Once they laid down I could only see parts of them appear and disappear, in the reflection of the mirror. As I listened closely I heard the rustling of sheets, and the wet sounds of kissing and soft moans. Anxious I wasn't going to see anymore, I listened intently, staring at the mirror for a glimpse of anything. I continued to hear the sounds of their kissing as their breathing became heavier. Veronica started to moan heavier, making not being able to see torture, as it left everything to my imagination. I lay there, helpless, wondering what they were doing now.

They continued moving around above me, then suddenly their kissing stopped. I heard whispers, then a moment later something fell to the floor near me. It was her panties. They were close enough to grab, so I reached out slowly and hooked them with the tip of my finger. As I pulled them towards me, the sound of kissing and moaning breaths continued. Once I had them in my hand, I pulled them to my face, and pressed them against my nose. My heart jumped when I felt how completely soaked they were. I breathed in deep, her sweet sent making me ache for release. Only a moment ago they were tight against her pussy, but this was as close as I was going to get, because I was about to hear another man have that pleasure now.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality by the sound of their naked bodies moving around again on the sheets above me. Their breathing became heavier and faster, with moans coming from them both, sounding almost frantic now. I closed my eyes and imagined them as they were probably feeling each other's bodies, her hand, most likely around his cock, while he was probably caressing her boobs, grabbing her ass, or even touching the smooth, slick wetness between her legs. A weird mixture of feelings ran through me. I couldn't believe what was about to happen, but, I was so horny, I couldn't wait.

Then I heard what sounded like they were adjusting positions, and a moment later Veronica started breathing and moaning much different than before as I heard what sounded like wet lapping and sucking sounds. At first I wasn't sure, but as I listened intently, and her moans became louder, it became obvious, he was eating her pussy. Hearing her pleasure was beyond arousing, and my cock throbbed so hard it strained tight against my jeans. As pre cum leaked onto my stomach I wanted so badly to touch myself, but didn't dare move a muscle.

I closed my eyes and imagined what it looked like. Her legs open with his face buried between them. His tongue sliding up and down between her lips, licking her clit, while his hands squeezed her breasts. Suddenly her moans were getting louder and with an all too familiar sound. As they grew, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as it sounded like she might actually cum. Her breathing became short and quick, as deep, loud, groans escaped her mouth. His licking and sucking was getting faster, as if responding to her. Then suddenly, she let out a long, loud yell, and it became painfully obvious. Her screams hung in the air, with an intensity I'd rarely heard before. Then, after a few moments, her screams and moans began to fade into heavy breathing. After a minute I heard him say, "I think we call that success........"