The Pool Hall

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I guess, unless you are a total dumb shit, that you can pretty much figure that your marriage is over when your wife comes home trailing three black guys behind her and the four of them head straight for the bedroom. It is a rather blunt way of saying, "Fuck you dear." But I guess that I had asked for it. Well, the marriage was dead but I still had my pride and it was my house. I went into my den and unlocked my center desk drawer. Taking out the Colt 1911A1 I slid a magazine in and racked the slide back. I tucked it between my belt and the small of my back and then I headed for the bedroom.

One of the men was sitting on the side of the bed with his trousers down around his ankles and Mary Kaye was on her knees getting ready to take him in her mouth. All eyes turned to me when I walked into the room and I said, "I guess I can't stop the bitch for being a whore if that is what she wants, but it ain't going to happen in my bedroom. Take your little party down the hall to the spare bedroom."

The man on the bed said, "No white boy. You get your ass out of this room and you won't get hurt."

"I was sure that you were going to say something like that so I brought friends to the party." I reached behind me and brought the .45 out. "There's one in the pipe and six in the magazine. That makes it eight of us and only three of you. If you want to avoid the leakage of bodily fluids you'll either take it down the hall or get the hell out of the house – your choice."

"If you didn't have that gun I'd whip your white ass. Why don't you put it down and fight for your woman like a man."

"If you were alone I'd kick your sorry black ass from here to the city limit sign and back, but you aren't alone and I'm not stupid. Besides, where I come from white women who fuck niggers are called pigs and a man doesn't fight over a pig. Now take your pig and get out of my bedroom."

The other two blacks looked at the man on the bed as if asking what they should do and he gave me a hard look which I sent right back at him. Finally he looked away and pulled up his pants. As the four of them were leaving the room I said, "When your guests leave Mary Kaye, start packing. I want you out of here no later than tomorrow afternoon."

"Hey, it's my house too."

"That's for the lawyers and a judge to decide. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight."

I guess a man in the house with a gun made them nervous because instead of moving to the spare bedroom they left the house. I had a couple of stiff drinks and then I went to bed.

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I knew that our marriage was in trouble, but until that night I guess I didn't realize just how bad I'd let things get. Mary Kaye and I had been married twelve years and as marriages go it was probably like most marriages. We had our ups and downs, but it seemed to be working. The ups always outnumbered the downs. The trouble started when the company I worked for went bankrupt. I spent a month looking for a new job before finally admitting to myself that I wasn't going to find anything in the area. I called my folks and had them send me the want ads from my hometown newspaper. I answered several and three weeks later Mary Kaye and I put our house on the market and moved back to our hometown.

The first thing Mary Kaye did when we found a place to stay was call all her girlfriends and let them know that we were back in town. Once back in the bosom of friends and family Mary Kaye was happier than I had seen her in a long time. Before long she was back in the swing of things. It seemed that not a week went by when there wasn't a Tupperware party, an Avon party, wine tastings and the like. Mary Kaye joined the Tuesday night women's bowling league and at least every other week the girls had a card party. Mary Kaye was happy and when she was happy she kept me happy.

A year went by and one night at a party celebrating my parents thirty-fifth wedding anniversary I was sitting on the patio sipping a beer when my brother Frank came out and sat down with me. We were making small talk and he said, "Every thing okay between you and Mary Kaye?"

"Now that's a strange question for you to be asking. What's on your mind?"

"Oh nothing really. I just wondered if you've noticed any changes in her lately."

"No, why?"

"Probably nothing."

"Oh no you don't Frank. You have something on your mind. Spit it out Frank."

"Well, I just wondered if you knew about the crowd she's running with."

"Hell yes. We all went to school together and Mary Kaye has known most of them since grade school."

"That was then. Things have changed a lot since you've been gone. They aren't the happy go lucky bunch that you knew when you were here."

"You going to explain that to me?"

"Janice has been married four times since high school and each divorce came about when the current hubby found her in bed with some one else. Mary Ellen has been married three times and her first two divorces happened because she ran with Janice and played the same games. Helen is pretty much the town slut. She hangs out at the Landing Strip and goes home with a different guy every night. Sally's husband is in Iraq right now, but her bed hasn't been empty since he shipped out. The worst of the bunch, at least to me, is Barb. She has been known to pull trains in the pool hall over in Darktown. She actually had the gall to tell my wife that she hadn't lived until she tried a black man. This is the posse that Mary Kaye is running with right now. I'm not saying that Mary Kaye is doing anything wrong, but was I you brother, I'd keep a close eye on my wife and be ready to jump in with both feet if you see her getting too close and chummy with that bunch."

Frank got up and walked back in to the party. What absolute and utter bullshit! No way Mary Kaye would let that bunch corrupt her. She liked to party and have a good time, but I knew my wife and she was not slut material.

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Bullshit or no, I did find myself keeping closer track of Mary Kaye and her comings and goings. Not that I was suspicious or anything like that, but if Frank was thinking things like that then other people were too and I wanted to be able to step up and defend my wife's reputation when the time came. But as soon as I started watching I began to notice some things that I hadn't noticed before. Mary Kaye seemed to be leaving earlier and coming home later on her nights out with the girls. It might have been my imagination, but on a couple of nights she came home late and I was still awake and I got what might have been a 'guilty look' as Mary Kaye headed for the bathroom to "wash off the stink of cigarette smoke."

I started paying closer attention and I noticed that when she came home her makeup all looked like it had been freshly put on. One night she left wearing nylons and came home with bare legs and on another night she left home wearing a bra and although I didn't see her take her sweater off when she came home I saw the way it sagged and I'd swear in court that she wasn't wearing that bra when she came home. The night that sent me into spy mode was the night she went bowling, came home, and we made love. She smelled fresh and clean and when I sucked on her tit I tasted Irish Spring soap. This after supposedly spending five hours in a bowling alley and a bar that was filled with heavy smokers. No cigarette stink, no body odor, no taste of the traces that sweat would leave behind. She was like she had just come out of a shower. I fell asleep that night with a very troubled mind.

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The next night when I got home from work Mary Kaye had dinner on the table ready for me. She was dressed up to go out and I asked her what was up.

"Nothing much. Barb is having a lingerie party and I thought that I would run over and pick up a little something that might light your fire."

"What time are you going to be home? You know, just in case I might want you to model it for me."

"It should be over by ten-thirty so I should be home by eleven."

I gave her a five-minute head start and then I headed for Barb's place. I parked down the block and I had no sooner turned off my engine than Barb and Mary Kaye came out of the apartment, got in Barb's car and drove off. I gave them a two-block head start and then I followed them. They drove to a mall and Mary Kaye got out and ran inside while Barb waited in the car. Ten minutes later Mary Kaye came out with a shopping bag, got in the car and they drove off with me close behind. It took them fifteen minutes to get where they were going – it was Darktown. Darktown was not the official name of the area, just what people called the section of town where most of the colored lived. Barb's car turned into a parking lot next to a building and I pulled over to the curb and waited to see what would happen. A minute or so later the two women came out of the parking lot and went around to the front door and went inside. I pulled away from the curb and slowly drove past the building. The neon sign in the window read Grady's Billiard Parlor and I remembered Frank telling me that Barb was known to pull trains at a pool hall in Darktown.

There was a department store across the street that was closed for the night and its parking lot was half full, probably from the overflow from Grady's. I pulled in and found a slot that would let me keep an eye on the pool hall. Trying to get out of the car and look inside was out of the question. A white man down there would stick out like a sore thumb. I settled down to watch the entrance. An hour went by and then Barb, Mary Kaye and three black guys came out and walked to the parking lot. The five of them stood and talked for a minute or so and then Barb and two of the men headed for a car toward the back of the lot. Barb and one man got in the back and the other man got in the front and turned so that he could look over the seat into the back. Two minutes later Barb's legs came up in a wide "vee" that left no doubt as to what was going on. Meanwhile Mary Kaye and the third black guy were still standing there talking. Mary Kaye looked over where Barb had gone and saw her legs come up. The man said something to her and I saw her shake her head no. He said something else and I saw her look again at where Barb was and then she shrugged and the two of them walked to Barb's car and got in the front. They talked for a couple of minutes and then the man pulled Mary Kaye to him and they started necking. About three minutes later the man put his hand behind Mary Kaye's head and pushed it down out of sight. A couple of minutes later the dome light of the car Barb was in came on and I looked over to see the man she had just fucked get out of the car and the man in the front seat get in back to take his place. A minute later Barb's legs came up again and the black man who had gotten out of the car stood there and watched for a minute or so. He then turned away and walked over to Barb's car and got in on the passenger side.

Another two or three minutes went by and them Mary Kaye's head came up and the man she had just sucked off got out of the car and walked over to get in line for Barb. I looked back at Barb's car and saw that Mary Kaye's head had disappeared again. For the next thirty minutes it was musical cars as Barb got fucked and Mary Kaye sucked. I looked at my watch and saw that things were going to have to break up soon if Mary Kaye was going to be home on time.

I saw Barb and her last fucker of the evening get out of the car and walk over to Barb's car. She and the man said something and then the man headed back into the pool hall. Barb stood there watching Mary Kaye give her blow job until Mary Kaye's had came up and Barb tapped her watch to indicate that it was time to go. The man in the car with Mary Kaye went back into the pool hall and Barb got in her car and started it up. I saw Mary Kaye smile and say something and then wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. The backup lights came on and they backed out of their parking space and headed for Barb's apartment. I headed home to wait.

At eleven fifteen Mary Kaye came in carrying the shopping bag I'd seen her carry out of the mall. I was sitting on the couch and she grinned at me and said, "If this little number doesn't light your fire you are dead and beyond help. Be right back."

She hurried to the bathroom and was back in three minutes wearing a black something that would have give a stone statue a hard on.

"Like?" she asked as she twirled in front of me. I just sat there watching. When I didn't respond she gave me a questioning glance and then came over and sat on my lap. She felt my hard dick and said, "Oooh, you do like." She took my head in her hands and went to kiss me, but I put my hand in the middle of her chest and shoved her away. She landed on the floor with a thump.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" she yelled.

"You haven't brushed your teeth yet."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you should at least brush your teeth and gargle with something before trying to kiss me after sucking off three black assholes in Grady's parking lot."

"What are you talking about?"

"I followed you tonight Mary Kaye. To the mall where you bought that rag and then to Grady's Billiard Parlor. I saw the whole sorry mess Mary Kaye, right down to your wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you were done."

Mary Kaye turned white as a sheet, started to blubber and then got up and ran for the bedroom. I got up and turned out the lights and headed for the spare bedroom. With the uncertainty now gone I didn't have any trouble falling asleep.

I was up first and was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the morning paper when Mary Kaye came in, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from me. I didn't look at her, just kept reading my paper and drinking my coffee. A couple of minutes went by and then she said, "I'm sorry." I ignored her and after a couple more minutes of silence she said, "Will you please put that paper down and talk to me?"

I put the paper down and said, "I don't have anything to say Mary Kaye."

"Well then, just listen to me. I'm sorry about last night. I don't know how I let Barb talk me into going with her and I'm not even sure how I ended up in the car with those men. I know it was stupid, but at the time it seemed so wicked and exciting that I got carried away. That was the first time I've ever done anything like that. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. They all wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let them and somehow giving head just didn't seem so bad. I'm sorry honey. I thought that I could do it just the one time and that you would never know."

"Just the one time Mary Kaye? What about ..." and I named off all the things that had made me suspicious in the first place.

Mary Kaye dropped her eyes, "Okay, I did some fooling around when I was out with the girls. I wanted to fit in. I had no idea that they had gotten so wild. I did some necking in parked cars and had to touch up my makeup before coming home and one time I let a guy get my bra off and feel my boobies and he kept the bra as a souvenir. Another time the necking got so hot that I had to get the guy off before he raped me so I gave him a hand job and he came all over my nylons, but no man except you has ever fucked me honey, I just wouldn't do that to you."

"But sucking off black men in pool hall parking lots is okay?"

"No, no it wasn't. I shouldn't have let Barb talk me into going with her. When we came out of the pool hall I told her that I changed my mind and that I wasn't going to do anything and that I'd go sit in her car and wait for her. One of the guys told me he would sit with me and keep me company. We were sitting there talking and then he reached over and pulled me to him and started kiss me while he pulled his cock out. Then he pushed my head down into his lap and told me to suck him off and do a good job if I wanted to get back to my side of town unhurt. He scared me, scared me bad. I was out of my element there and I was frightened and so I did it and then the other two wanted it too. When it was over and Barb got back in the car she asked me if I'd had fun and I smiled at her and said as sarcastically as I could that a good time was had by all and then I just stared out the window and tried not to cry as we drove back to Barb's. It was my fault. I shouldn't have been there and if I hadn't been nothing would have happened, but it did and I can't change anything now. All I can do is ask you to forgive me. I love you honey and I'll find some way to make it up to you. I promise."

"Yeah Mary Kaye, sure you will." I put down my coffee cup and went to work.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That night when I came home from work Mary Kaye met me at the front door wearing a pink teddy, come fuck me pumps, and a smile.

"Dinners ready, but maybe you would like desert first?"

"Go put some clothes on Mary Kaye, I'm not interested."

We ate dinner in silence and after dinner I went up to the bedroom and started moving Mary Kaye's stuff to the spare bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Moving you to the spare bedroom."

"But why?"

"You know why Mary Kaye. I don't trust you any more. I don't believe your story. I was watching and you didn't fight it, not one little bit, and I don't buy your stories about the other times either."

"I'm not lying damn it! Everything I said is the truth."

"Yeah Mary Kaye, sure it is.

She watched me move her stuff for about five minutes and then she said, "What do I have to do to make you believe me?"

"You can't Mary Kaye. The problem is that right now I can't afford a divorce so we are stuck together in the same house for a while. We will just stay out of each other's way and try and be civil to each other until I can get enough together to hire a lawyer. Look on the bright side, you're free to spend all your time with Barb now. You can go down to the pool hall with her when she goes to pull trains and you can suck all the black cocks you want and you won't have to hide it anymore."

"Can't you get it through your thick head that I don't want anyone else but you?"

"No I can't Mary Kaye, that's the problem here, I can't."

The next two months went by and Mary Kaye spent all the time we were in the house together trying to convince me that she loved me, that she was sorry for what she had done and would do anything to make it up to me. She dropped her circle of friends, quit the bowling league and just stayed home. One night I came home from work to find that she had moved all of her stuff back into our bedroom.

"I belong in here with you and I'm staying here and if you move to the spare bedroom I'll just follow. Get used to it. We are married, I love you and I'm not letting you go."

And for two months I ignored her.

One day on my way home from work I stopped at a bar and had a few drinks and as I sat there, knocking them down and feeling sorry for myself, I suddenly realized that I was letting my stupid pride get in the way. I loved Mary Kaye and that should have been enough for me to put what she had done behind us and to allow us to get on with our lives. Whether I believed her or not she obviously regretted what she had done, wanted to make it up to me and wanted to try and get the marriage going again. I put my drink down, left my change on the bar for the bartender and headed home. On the way I stopped at a flower shop and picked up a dozen red roses and then stopped at a liquor store and got three bottles of Mary Kaye's favorite wine.

I was all smiles when I came into the house and called out for Mary Kaye, but I got no answer. I went looking through the house for her, but she wasn't there. I put the roses in a vase, put one bottle of wine in an ice bucket and the other two in the fridge and then I waited for Mary Kaye to come home. I'd waited just a touch too long to forgive her. She came home all right, but she wasn't alone.

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AnonymousAnonymous3 months ago

"Stupid pride"? WTF?? Are you A COMPLETE IDIOT? Just Plain Cuck. Racist rants aside, I could give a rat's behind about their color but if I saw MY wife do that, we wouldn't have been together 1 more day let alone months. I would expect the EXACT same from her if the roles were reversed. How about the fact that she LIED about ALL those nights?? How many times are you OK with your wife LYING to you?? JUST THE FACT that she would continue to hang with that gang of girls for even 1 solitary day after finding out their pasts & presents tells you ALL you need to know.

49ers6949ers693 months ago

Come on Bob. It seems as though you forgot how to write an ending.

AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

I like the way you started this, with the who in media res, but honestly this feels unfinished which is disappointing given the strength of your other stories. I'll be the first to admit I don't always enjoy your stories because of some of your characters and the decisions they make, but the stories themselves are well written and feel complete. Unfortunately this story doesn't It's got a middle, followed by a beginning, but no real end, just a weird cliffhanger that doesnt really work given the way you've structured your story. Don't get me wrong, Im just an Anon on the internet, feel free to completely ignore my opinion, but I just feel that this story needs more to make it worthy of the standard you've shown in your other works.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 1 year ago

all women are cheaters & all husbands are wimpy weenies,

glad these are fiction stories

TheRealMadtexTheRealMadtexalmost 2 years ago

Good grief! If you're not going to finish something, why even start it? I bet your yard is always half mowed too.

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