That weekend was so fantastic, but things never stay that way. By midnight, my world had turned to absolute shit!

The trip back down the lake was filled with regrets that the weekend was over, but joy that we had shared it at all. It was almost dark as we unloaded the gear from the boat and stowed it in the Dodge. Mike ferried his boat back to his moorage spot and secured it. I waited in the van, then drove him back to his office where he had left his Jeep. We were reluctant to part, and sat there in the dark in my van, behind his building. Of course, that led to a goodnight kiss, and another, and another.

Our necking got hot and heavy. We were like a pair of teenagers, making out by the dashboard light. Of course, cocks began to swell, and passions to rise. It didn’t take much for us to convince each other that we should go back to Mike’s cabin for a goodnight “quickie.”

I followed him in his jeep back there, and helped him cart his gear indoors from the back of my van. Then we were tearing at each other’s clothes once more, a repeat of our first night as sex partners, just a few evenings previously.

We kissed and groped or way into the bedroom, and flung ourselves down upon the already sweaty sheets. Mike hadn’t changed them from our last encounters here. They smelled of man-sex. Mike lay on his back, fondling his rock-hard meat, and I lay partly on top of him, kissing, sucking his lips and tongue, swapping spit. I just couldn’t get enough of my man!

At last Mike spread his legs wide and gestured toward his hole. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me inside him again. It seemed neither of us could get enough of the other’s dick inside us. We had both become fuck-hungry, insatiable butt-fuck buddies.

I knelt between his legs and lifted them up over my thighs. He wrapped them round me. His hole was slightly raised, staring up at me like a giant asterisk. I pulled my foreskin back and wiped the ample pre-cum from my dick onto his hole. I was dripping like mad! I worked it into him with a finger, and discovered his hole was already juicy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you a horny man’s hole doesn’t create some of its own fuck-lube!

I placed my knob against his flower and pushed gently. He opened to admit me, and I slid easily inside him.

“Ah!” Danny sighed, “ so good!”

“Mmmm,” I responded as I began a slow grind into him. I wanted to stay there all night, but I couldn’t. It was going on 11 pm by now. I had to get on home. Mike understood this, and we fucked like crazy until I blasted another load into him.

Spent, I gathered my clothes.

“God, these stink of camp smoke and sex,” I said.

Mike laughed. “Yes,” he agreed. “and so do we. We’d better have a quick shower before you go. I’ll lend you one of my shirts and some sweatpants to wear home.”

That sounded like a good idea. While Mike found me a changed of clothes and ran the shower to get the water warm, I phoned my mother-in-law to see if she’d mind keeping the kid’s overnight. Barb’s mom readily agreed. In fact, she told me, Barb had just phoned to say that she was home from Vancouver, but that I wasn’t home yet, and would she keep the kids overnight. Daniel Junior was already in bed, and Jen was watching a dvd. I thanked her, but there had been something about her voice, something hesitant, as if there was something she wasn’t telling me. But I soon put it out on my mind and joined Mike in the warm shower.

The warm water running over our naked bodies was heavenly. I wanted to throw it all up and stay here with Mike forever, but I knew the weekend had to come to an end. The future was ahead of us. Somehow, some way, we would work out something so we could be together as often as possible.

Clean, we took one last long kiss, breaking away before our rising cocks got the better of us once more.

********

When I got home, I stowed my gear in the garage, threw my dirty clothes into the hamper in the laundry, and rinsed out the coolers. When I went into the kitchen to put some leftover food and four nice trout into the fridge, I found Barb sitting there, looking grim. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter.

“Hi,” I said. “Got some nice trout for breakfast.” She said nothing, just stared at me. The silence rang with things unsaid. Did she suspect something? “What’s wrong?” I asked. Still she didn’t answer.

At last she let out a breath. “I’m leaving you,” she told me, in a low, steady voice.

My first thought was a selfish one, a thought spurred by guilt. She knew! She had found out Mike and I were fucking each other! I didn’t know what to say!

“Honey …,” I started.

“No!” she said quickly. “It’s decided. “I’m leaving you. I’ve been seeing someone else. I’m in love with i him. I’m going away with him.”

My second thought was of relief, relief that she hadn’t known about Mike and I.

But my third thought was also selfish. A surge of anger that she had been cheating on my with another man flooded over me. How dare she! It never entered my mind that I had just been cheating on her with another man!

“Who is he?” I demanded.

“You’ld soon find out, anyway,” she said calmly. “It’s Jeff Martin. We have been seeing each other for almost a year.”

Jeff Martin? Her boss? That prick? The guy who was in the same class as us at school? The guy who had his face on every bus in town, selling real-estate? He was such a smooth-talking salesman shit! How could she leave me for him?

“Jeff’s moving to Nanaimo to run their new office there. I’m going with him. We’ll be living in a 2 bedroom flat for now. There’s not enough room for the kids. Maybe later.”

“How can you do this to us?” I demanded. “Who’ll look after the kids in the daytime?”

“Jen’s old enough to keep an eye on Daniel if the worst comes to the worst. My mom said they can stay there on weekdays until school goes back. She’ll feed them lunch and stuff.”

Now I realized why Barb’s mom had sounded strange on the phone. Barb had already broken this news to her.

“I’m leaving on the weekend,” she said. “I’ll break the news to the kids tomorrow. Perhaps you should be there, too. Right now, I’m going to bed,” she added. “Please, sleep in the spare room for the rest of the week … unless you want me to?”

“No,” I mumbled, still stunned. “You have the bedroom. I’ll just sit here for a while.”

So I sat and stewed, not dwelling on my sins against our marriage, but only hers. She had cheated on me! With an old friend!

I needed Mike. No, he would be asleep by now! I needed a drink! I went into the living room where we had a complete bar set-up. From the liquor cabinet it took an opened bottle of whiskey, took a tumbler, filled it, and sloshed down a large gulp, nearly choking on the uncut Jack. But I soon felt it warming my insides.

My eyes lit upon a framed photo on a glass-topped end table. Ironically it was a picture of Barb being presented with a company service award - by Jeff! Rage consumed me. I took the picture and smashed it on the end table. It felt so good! So then I smashed the glass top of the end table, too!

Next I noticed another photograph which enraged me more – our wedding picture. I smashed it also, took the photograph from the remains of the frame, and tore it into shreds.

A set of six long-stemmed wine glasses which I had always hated stood on the bar. They were my next victims after I had gulped down the rest of the glass of whiskey. They made a satisfactory crashing sound as I brushed them all to the floor.

Barb poked her head into the room, looking terrified. She said nothing, but retreated down the hall to the bedroom. I heard the key turn in the lock. That’s when I picked up the remains of the end table and used it to smash the glass doors to the patio. They didn’t break easily, and I remember feeling rather foolish, smashing at them again and again with the cast iron frame of the end table before the safety glass finally gave way and crumbled into pebbles.

I guess that’s when Barb called the police. When they arrived, I was quietly glugging away at the rest of the whiskey, and methodically breaking every liquor glass in the bar cabinet.

I don’t remember much else, other than being offended by the police car with its flashing lights in my driveway, and by being put in the back of it, handcuffed.

I remember them making me take my boots off and removing the laces before they allowed me to put them back on my sock-less feet. I remember them demanding my belt, but I had none, because I was still wearing Mike’s old sweatpants, and his t-shirt. I did not even have any undies. Not even a wallet or any ID to give them. That was still in the glove compartment of the Dodge, where I had put it before leaving Mike’s.

I also remember the barrenness of the RCMP station jail cell and the harsh glare of the lighting, and the clang of the barred door behind me. I remember little else from that night.

*******

I awoke feeling very uncomfortable, very stupid, and very ashamed. I was cold and sore from the hard bench. I was soaking wet, and I didn’t know why. My mouth was hairy and dry, and I was busting for a leak. I took care of the bladder first into the stainless-steel toilet, and quenched my thirst and washed away some dust from my mouth with water from the faucet over the stainless steel hand basin. I also splashed some on my face. I had no idea of what time it was. There was no outside light in here, just the banks of harsh fluorescents in the ceiling of the corridor. There was no sounds from the adjoining cell, so I presumed I was the only inmate for a Sunday night.

But the feeling of stupidity remained, and the shame. It was stupid of me to behave the way I did; it was shameful to me to berate Barb for doing what I had done myself. I sat there, playing the “What if ...” and “If only ....” games in my head until it was spinning. What next? What about the kids? What about the future? Questions. Questions. No answers.

Eventually, there was some banging of doors down the corridor, and echoing footsteps. A mountie appeared at the bars. He unlocked the door.

“Hmm, “ he said. “You are a lot quieter now than you were a few hours ago. We had to hose you down to shut you up.”

Well, that explained why I was wet, but it only made me feel more stupid than ever.

“Come on,” he said. “Your buddy’s here to get you. You’re free to go.” He led me out of the cell area to the admission area, where the first person I saw was Mike. The mountie handed me over to the desk sergeant, a guy who played with Mike and I on our softball team.

“Morning, Danny,” he said. “This all your stuff?” He handed my my boot laces. “Your wife is not pressing charges, and neither are we. I suggest you stay away from her for a bit, or at least calm down and clean up before you go home. Mike’s here to pick you up. Barb asked us to call him.”

Mike grinned at me, but I was so embarrassed I could hardly look at him. I glanced at a clock on the wall. It was not yet 7 am. The desk sergeant noticed my surprise. “Yep, we kick guys like you early. That way the taxpayers are not stuck with a bill for your breakfast. Get out of here!”

Mike led me out to his jeep in the early morning sunlight. At least there were no people round to see my embarrassment.

“Come on, buddy. You look like shit. Let’s get you home and get you cleaned up!” He sounded happy to have me under his protective wing. I felt a surge of love for him.

My mate Mike!

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