Another Unfaithful Wife Ch. 03

"This is Jane's card with her cell number on it. Call her during this week and make an appointment to meet with her. This is a 'must do' before I can even contemplate reconciliation. Please be aware that I love her too. I can see that you don't like it but getting angry about it won't help us solve our dilemma. Speak with Jane. I assure you it will be helpful."

"But Gary, I can't accept another woman in our life. What would our neighbors think about it? I'm your wife and the mother of our children."

Gary looked deeply in his wife's eyes and wistfully said, "My dear, don't you think this insight comes a little too late. I don't want to know what our neighbors would think if I were to tell them that you had a heated sexual affair with a college aged guy; that you fucked each other's brains out for three months.

"My God, Linda, be true to yourself. You enjoyed it to the utmost and don't tell me you don't think occasionally about it. Maybe the excitement you felt with Brendan is now dead, but I'll still have to wonder whether it's him you are thinking about when I begin to fuck you again. It will be a long time before you will persuade me you're worth changing from fucking to lovemaking.

ʺThose are my terms, Linda. Take them or leave them."

Linda was shattered to the core and had tears in her eyes as she realized that her reckless and ill-considered betrayal had unleashed her husband from the bonds of their marriage. Yes, she would meet Jane to convince her that it was wrong to sleep with a married man; the father of two young children. Because Gary had described her as 'plain Jane,' Linda expected she could exert some control over the talk with her. A first- and second grade teacher didn't intimidate her.

*****

Tuesday turned out to be a total disaster for Linda. It started when she awoke and Gary was neither in the bedroom nor in the bathroom. With a sudden awareness she grasped, in retrospect, that this had happened every day for the past three months; since she started her affair with Brendan. She scolded herself in disbelief that she could have overlooked Gary's absence. Her sexual obsession with her young lover had made her mental focus so narrow that she had completely missed the fact that her husband was practically screaming at her, in non-verbal ways, that he knew about her affair and wouldn't accept his diminished role.

For a moment she contemplated dressing in a sheer negligée, but then she discarded the idea because she knew that Gary would consider it a provocation. She donned her bathrobe instead and went down to the kitchen where Gary was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee. "Fuck," she thought. This was the identical situation that had existed for the past three months. She had come down from a long vacant bed and made him breakfast each morning, oblivious to his clear dissatisfaction. That would stop immediately, she vowed.

Now she felt the need to ask him gingerly, smiling to hide her chagrin, "Honey, would you like me to make you breakfast?"

Linda was pleased that he didn't object to her calling him 'honey' as he answered, "Yes, my dear, that would be nice."

Gary was nothing if not predictable about breakfast — every day it was all the same. He wanted a good portion of bacon fried with four scrambled eggs. He said he needed to have a good protein meal for his body to start the day right. When Linda had finished the bacon and eggs, she placed it on top of a large, toasted slice of whole wheat bread.

Gary smiled at her and said thank you. He didn't create the impression he was in a bad mood. However, his announcement later left Linda in a bad mood. He was holding a large overnight bag in his hand as he was ready to leave for work. His voice was emotionless as he said, "Don't wait up for me. I'm working out at the gym and then staying overnight with Jane. For the sake of our marriage and our children, Jane and I have decided to restrict ourselves to two nights together — Tuesdays and Thursdays. You know: the two days when you had been fucking Brendan. So Linda, don't give me any shit about it. You'd be making a much bigger mistake than you already have."

He left with a goodbye but without a kiss on her cheeks. She was sure that he was reminding her that he hadn't been kissing her goodbye in the mornings for the past three months, and she hadn't even noticed. Thinking about her next fuck session with Brendan had been much more important to her.

The next hurdle came when she called Jane late in the morning. She was in class but twenty minutes later Jane called back. Her voice was confident and clear without any sign of fear or concern as she said, "Linda, it's nice of you to call. Gary will appreciate that. Tell me where we can meet. It's your choice."

Linda was sure Jane would object to her choice when she suggested meeting at her home, Thursday afternoon at 3 pm. Home field advantage, she thought. They would be undisturbed while the kids were at soccer practice. To her surprise, Jane didn't hesitate a second before agreeing to meet at her house. She said, "It's a great honor for me to see your home. Before we meet on Thursday, let me just tell you — I'm not your enemy."

With that, they said goodbye and ended the call. Linda was taken aback by Jane's assertive personality. Right then she decided she would throw another weapon into the battle for her husband — her body. She would make Jane aware of what she had to offer to him. She knew she had been stupid to lose sexual interest in her husband, but she would remedy that as soon as Gary was fucking her again. She was hot for him again, and she would shamelessly offer her body to do the rest.

The meeting with Dr. Parker was an equally unpleasant affair. She had no choice but to admit to him that she had been unfaithful to Gary and therefore needed to get checked for STDs. Their family doctor raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. It was far from the first time a patient had asked to be tested for VD. It was going to cost the Young's a pretty penny for all of the blood tests. He liked the Young's, and was sorry to be profiting from such a sordid affair.

Half an hour later Linda had lost a good portion of blood. She swore that the nurse who was drawing the blood was causing as much pain as possible.

Sandra and Brad asked why Dad wasn't there for dinner, but Linda told them he had to be out late on business and that answer was enough for the kids. They loved their dad and knew he spent as much time with them as he could manage. He had a serious talk with them recently assuring them that it would soon be better because his company was getting beyond the difficulties of a start-up and was starting to prosper.

Linda let the kids do what they wanted to do until 9:30 and then put them to bed. She had spent the evening pondering her unpleasant situation. When she gave them their usual good night kisses on their cheeks, she quickly left their bedrooms because she couldn't hold back the tears. She scolded herself again wondering how she could've been so stupid as to risk her family just for some recreational sex.

It seemed like sensational sex at the time, but it had failed to register with her that most of the fun was due to the illicit nature of their coupling. In hindsight Gary was right; Brendan really didn't know the finer points of lovemaking. He was just a fucking machine who pounded her as hard as he could. Linda was flabbergasted that she had never questioned his fucking technique.

After the kids were in bed she was tempted to crack open a bottle of wine, but then she dismissed it because she needed a clear head. In the morning she would tell the kids that their father had called after midnight because he had fallen asleep at his desk. As it was too late to drive home, he slept on the couch in his office for the rest of the night. He would shower and get ready for another day at work in the bathroom attached to his office. Linda would assure the kids that he would definitely come home Wednesday evening.

...to be continued.