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A Young Wife with Thick Glasses
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It was a cold day in March, when I met her. My boss, William Andrews, introduced her as our new analyst Marybeth Ferguson, call me Beth. Due to her body being concealed by a thick blue parka, I couldn't tell much about her appearance. She was slender, dark hair in a pixie cut, and horn rim glasses with coke bottle bottom lenses. Consequently, it was her intelligence and personality that impressed me first. She told us that she was looking forward to working with all of us come Monday morning. Somewhere along the way I did notice the double rings on her left-hand ring finger. She was the fourth analyst to join my financial analysis section which also had a secretary/receptionist/file clerk. Donna, my secretary and her were the only females under my supervision. My second impression was how easily Beth chatted with Donna, giving no hint of condescension. My other analysts varied between curt orders and flirting, both behaviors seeming a bit condescending. I focused on Donna being an important member of our team. It seemed that I might have an ally in that pursuit.
I had first met her in my boss's office but left the interview when the HR salary analyst came on the scene. My boss did ask me in a short phone call if I was all right with joining my team and since I had already seen her impressive resume, I acquiesced. She already had two years of experience while her husband was finishing grad school, she was hired as a Financial Analyst II, at a salary equal to the highest of my three Analyst I's.
To say she hit the ground running would be an understatement, by the end of two weeks, it was clear that she my second in command. She quickly acquired an understanding of our current projects and was often assisting the other analysts while in waiting for her own projects. Our department dressed informally, although I usually wore slacks and a dress shirt, and kept a tie and sports coat in my office for significant meetings. Her first day at work she wore a sweater and jeans, and it became abundantly clear that she had both ample boobs and bottom. It was still hard to tell about her waist, but I estimated her to be around 34B-23-34, a bit more sexy than my first impression indicated.
By the middle of her second month, I had no doubt that she could do my job as well as I could, which my performance reviews indicated was extremely good. I was never worried about her trying to undercut me, and her behavior seconded that view. I started taking her along with me to some meetings, and occasionally, she had deeper insights into a project than I did. At six months, we were in a quandary as to whether to promote her to Assistant Department Head or Analyst III. One of my Analyst I's was being promoted to Analyst II, and he had almost as much experience as she did. We didn't want him to feel under compensated, so we made her Assistant Department Chief, which she was already, in all but name. Everyone in my department got good raises, including my girl Friday, since our department's performance had been exemplary.
At the company Christmas party, we finally got to meet her husband. It turned out that he was an instructor at a branch of the local community college. He was a good-looking guy, tall and slender, and somewhat guided her around. She had worn very flattering black dress, which showed that she not only had cleavage, but nice long legs at least the part between her high heels and mid-thighs. She admitted she could only see a few feet without her glasses, and so she compromised by mostly hanging the glasses around her neck.
There were many attractive wives and employees at the party, but Beth was easily the belle of the ball and spent a good part of the evening dancing and chatting with executives and other would-be Lotharios. I could tell that Scott, her husband, was getting irritated by her endless popularity, and so I tried to engage him in conversation. His interests were primarily in English Lit and teaching. Our English Lit conversation lasted about five minutes, based on the last novel I had read, and the teaching conversation lasted about ten minutes, based on the teaching part of my departmental supervision.
Things came to a head after one suitor was a little handsy during a slow dance. When she returned to our table, he let her have it with both barrels, "I told you your boobs were hanging out, and every hard dick in here has felt your ass!"
She replied, "William Riddick! Neither of those statements is completely true! Now sit down, and let's talk."
He exclaimed, "I've said everything I have to say. I'm going home with you or without you." He drained his drink and stalked toward the door.
She said, "William, wait!" She headed after him and tripped over a chair. She pulled on her glasses as I helped her to her feet. "William!" she shouted again. He continued his rapid trek to the door.
She asked me, "What's wrong with him?"
I told her, "Beats me. Do you want me to take you home?"
She said, "Damn! It's not even eleven. This thing isn't over until one. He's never acted like this at a faculty party."
I explained, "I can't help you with that, but I can give you a ride home. Now or when the party's over. He seemed awfully hot."
She replied, "I think we're going to have raised voices whenever I get home. I'm having a good time, and I want to stay until it's over."
I went and got her a drink. When I returned, it was clear that if anything her popularity had increased. Although she frequently sipped it between dances, it lasted until well after twelve. She then told me, "I guess I'm ready to face the music. If you don't mind, I'm ready to go home."
I had a five-year-old Corvette that I had purchased very soon after starting my job. She seemed appropriately impressed.
Once we were underway, She said, "Nice, Ride."
I admitted, "I bought it to impress single women. It's done its job!"
She replied, "I bet it has. It even impresses this married woman."
I responded, "Good to know."
She continued, "I love my husband even if he does have some jealousy and anger issues. I'm not about to stray from the marital bed. I'm telling you, Jack, if I ever did stray, you would be high on my list."
I was surprised, but managed to say, "Thank you for the compliment. I think you're one of the most amazing women I've ever met."
She answered, smiling, "Even though I'm almost blind."
I said, "I guess that makes you even more impressive."
She told me, "I never asked for retinopathy of prematurity, but thanks anyway, and thanks for the ride. This is it. You can drop me at the curb or in the driveway."
It wasn't a good sign that he was waiting for her at the door, unsmiling. I waved at him. He didn't wave back. I couldn't help them anymore after the door closed behind her. I hoped she wouldn't have a black eye when she got to work Monday morning.
She didn't. She did walk into my office and shut the door behind her, "Do you want to hear what happened Saturday night?"
I said, "Only if you want to tell me."
She replied, "I do. If nothing else, I'm afraid our problems might affect my work."
I replied, "Knock yourself out!"
She began, "He never threatened me physically, but he did move into the guest room. Sunday morning, he was gone when I woke up and he stayed away all day Sunday. Sunday night he came back around ten. He had been drinking but wasn't polluted. He told me, 'I'm still angry with you. We'll talk tomorrow night.' This morning, he was gone again before I got up. I have no idea what he's doing today, but he does seem awfully put out with me."
Tuesday morning, she again came into my office first thing and shut the door, "He gave me the word last night. He said he discussed it with his attorney and decided to give me a second chance, but only because of Allen. Allen's our three-year-old son. He seems to think the matter is closed, but now I'm the angry one. I think I'm going to talk to my attorney. I haven't done anything to deserve this, and if he wants to be a horse's ass, I think Allen and I both will be better off without him."
All I could think of to say was, "Maybe he'll cool off in a day or two. He probably hasn't thought about all of your good attributes."
She said, "We've been married four years. He's had plenty of time to be aware of all of my good attributes. It's true he hasn't pulled a stunt like this before, but unfortunately, I knew he had a jealous and angry streak even before I married him."
I told her, "I think everyone will be better off if you don't do anything to inflame the situation. Just give him a few days to think things through."
She said, "Thanks for listening. I think I'll try what you say. But if he doesn't change his tune by the weekend, I'll not think twice about booting him to the curb."
I thought about trying to talk to William but decided against it. I didn't know him well enough to give him marital advice, or even to know what would make things worse. Best for me to stay out of it as much as I could, being supervisor at work, and perhaps, a bit of a friend.
From my perspective, nothing happened until she again gave me a heads up on the following Monday morning. She began, "He's being a real knucklehead. I suggested I didn't really do anything to deserve the way he was treating me, and he totally lost it. He cursed and called me names. When he finally let me say something. I asked him if that's how he wanted to leave it. His reply was, 'Yes, exactly." I'll be seeing a family law attorney this afternoon, if I can take a couple of hours off. I see no reason to put up with anymore of his bullshit."
I told her, "Take as much time off as you need, even if it's days. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."
On Friday, she asked me if I would help her move to her new apartment on Saturday. I showed up around ten with a U-Haul truck. Unfortunately, William was there. His first words were, "So you're the one who's been fucking my wife!"
I told him, sternly, "I haven't touched your wife. You need to cool off ant turn it down a notch."
He continued, "You fucking asshole! Don't add lying to what you've already been doing. You think you can just fuck a married woman, anytime you want."
I explained in a quiet voice, "I came here to help her move. That's all. If you interfere, I'll put you on your back. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
He seemed to be getting hotter, "This is my house. It's no house of ill repute, even if a whore lives here."
I said, "All right! I've had enough!" I took a step toward him. Although he was taller, I was bigger and in better shape.
He backed up, "I'm going to be watching you. No hanky panky, and no messing with my stuff!"
I said, "Not a problem. We'll try to do our work and get out of here as soon as we can. Is that okay with you?"
He wasn't a happy camper, but he muttered, "Okay," and preceded us into the house. He went into what appeared to be his den and slammed the door.
Beth looked at me, "I'm so sorry. We used to love each other. I don't think we do anymore."
I replied, "Let's do what we have to do and get out of here as quick as we can."
The most difficult thing for us to move was the guest room double bed. She explained that the guest room furniture was much more appropriate for her apartment than the master furniture. I quickly found out that in addition to her other attributes, she was very strong for her size. The heaviest piece of furniture was a sofa, which fortunately wasn't a hide-a-bed as those probably weigh twice as much.
We managed to pack everything up by around four that afternoon. We parked and locked the truck at her new apartment. She was staying in a motel for one more day. She thanked me profusely. I bought her takeaway and took it to the motel. She arrived with Allen almost at the same time. She shed a few tears. She told me that I had gone far beyond anyone's idea of duty. We decided that we would meet at the apartment at nine the next morning.
Fortunately, her apartment was on the ground floor. Again, it took us until around four, but we had assembled and made the bed, her silverware was in the right drawer, and all she needed now was groceries. Again, we ate out. She had baby food for little Allen. I had a great workout for the last two days; she must have been even more exhausted. Fortunately, my apartment had a hot tub.
Monday we were both walking gingerly. She invited me to dinner Tuesday night as a down payment for all that I had done. I assumed it would be okay, my idea being she was separated from William, and she and I were friends, a little more than acquaintances but not a lot more. She had made an all-out effort Tuesday night. Candlelight, wine, and a divine meat loaf.
Afterward we sat on her sofa and sipped wine. She said, "This has been a horrible time in my life. The only thing making it bearable has been you."
I replied, "Thank you. That's what friends are for."
She told me, "Jack, I want you to be more than my friend." She took her glasses off and laid very wet, full of tongue kiss on me.
I have never had a reaction to a kiss like that before. It seemed that I was almost instantly aroused. I kissed her back with my best, take-me-home kiss.
She replied, "Jack, you'll have to lead me to my bedroom." In the back of my head, I was hearing sounds of dissent , but I ignored them. It just felt so right and so good to take her to her bedroom, strip her nude, while she returned the favor, and kiss and tongue most of her body.
After I guided her to her first orgasm with my tongue licking her clit, and my fingers teasing her boobs by reaching around her thighs. I stuck her with my entire eight inches, entering slowly at first because of my size.
She seemed to complain, "Ohmigod, you're stretching me, Jack!"
I asked, "Should I pull out?"
She quickly replied, "Don't you dare."
It was delightful stroking her. Her expression almost seemed pained, but I believed it was anticipation of her coming climax, so I increased the power and tempo of my thrusts. It didn't take long for her to begin crying out her ecstasy in a multi-convulsion orgasm. As we lay in each other's arms panting, she said, "Oh, Jack, that was so good."
I loved telling women to assume the position. Those were my next words to her, and she responded by rolling over into the doggy style alignment. I penetrated and began fucking her. I think neither of us was in the mood to make love. She apparently wanted to forget the trauma that William had become, and I wanted to use this opportunity to make her totally mine. I banged her to three orgasms before deciding it was time for the flatiron. I pushed her flat into the prone position and again entered her from the rear. Since this was our first time together, I thought the inner flatiron might be better than the outer variation. The inner variation is more closely related to doggy style since I was penetrating her with my legs between hers. I really liked ramming her butt because she was so responsive, calling out each time I pounded her. After her first orgasm, I pulled her head around so I could kiss her. On the second time, I actually started to cum before her orgasm, but she quickly joined me.
We lay side by side, both of us panting from our exertions. She spoke first. "Jack, I don't know how to tell you this, but if I'd had any idea, it would be like this, I would have dumped that asshole a long time ago. I hope you don't get a swelled head over this, but you're by far the best lover I have ever had."
I thought a moment and replied, "Thanks for the compliment, but I thought you were pretty fantastic yourself. Before you said that, I would have been willing to give you all the credit for a truly fantastic fuck."
She replied, "Instead of worrying about that, let's see what we can do about a repeat performance." My answer to that was to squeeze her so that her boobs pressed against my chest and stick my tongue as far as it would go into her mouth.
Her response was to grab my cock with one hand and squeeze one of my buttocks with the other hand. I didn't understand why but her actions created the desired response almost immediately. My immediate desire was to once more to feel my cock surrounded by the warmth and wetness of her delightful pussy.
I determined that the quickest solution would be the left temple position. I pulled her left knee up and sliding my legs underneath, quickly grasped her right upper thigh between my own two strong fellows. This gave me the leverage to give her a thorough banging, ramming my manhood into her love canal over and over until she screamed her joy in climax again. Explaining the need for symmetry, I crawled over her into the right temple position. I liked these two positions because I had a nice view of her body and could also rub her tummy and tits with one hand, while I used my lower arm to maintain my balance. After the next orgasm I decided that we should stretch our legs.
I stood on the floor first and then helped her to her feet. Approached from her back I grasped her arms for leverage and penetrated her in the standing prison guard position. We then did the ballet dancer position facing each other so we could also kiss as well as enjoy genital contact. I then laid her back on the bed and we both finished this bout in the drop box position.
We moved back to the bed for our third round and afterward dropped off to sleep. We awoke at dawn and only had time for a quickie, before I had to head home for a quick shower and other workday preparations.
Again, she entered my office and closed the door, "Talk to me!"
I explained, "We shouldn't have started so soon, but I don't see how I can give you up."
She asked, "So what do you want to do?"
I said, "I'll bring a change of clothes to your place, so we don't have to hurry quite so much tomorrow morning."
She gave me a smile of approval, "Sounds like a plan. What time are you coming over?"
As the divorce progressed, William made several attempts at being conciliatory, but the only thing he seemed to be hard over on was child custody. He accepted two weekends a month until Allen started school, and then he would have Allen for one month during summer vacation.
I told my boss about our relationship. He told me that there was one problem and that he would discuss it with Beth first. After meeting with my boss, Bill Andrews, she came immediately to my office and told me what was going on. Bill was being promoted to VP-Finance as his boss was retiring. I was to be promoted to Assistant VP-Finance. Beth was in line to become Department Chief, but there was a question because she would be reporting to me. They had suggested two solutions. She could remain essentially in her current position with a promotion to Analyst III, in which case one of her subordinates would be promoted over her, or they were willing to promote her to Department Chief of Sales Analysis, which had a different chain of command. She told me she would follow my guidance but was leaning toward the Department Chief - Sales Analysis position. I concurred, so that problem was solved unless one of us was promoted to the Executive Suite.
Several months after her divorce was finalized, I proposed to her, and six months later we were married. This was the beginning of the happiest part of my life. The only issue with her career was the frequency of her pregnancy leaves as over the next five years, as she joined me in adding Darryl, Suzette, and Victoria to our family. Her ex-husband had moved away, remarried, and apparently with the urging of his new wife, given up his interest in Allen. Consequently, I adopted him. I was never sure if he remembered his adoption, and I never reminded him.
About the time that Victoria started kindergarten, Beth came back extremely excited about a sales conference she had attended. In spite of her pregnancy leaves, she had been promoted to Assistant Vice-President of Sales in our company. However, her excitement was not about that but about a job offer to become a Divisional Vice-President for one of our competitors. I didn't completely share her excitement although I recognized the offer as a great opportunity. I knew that anything comparable in our company could be years away. Fortunately, her proposed division was headquartered in the same city that our company was headquartered in.
I had recently become VP of Finance for our company, since my boss had been promoted to Executive Vice-President and Chief of Staff. I pointed out that we no longer needed her income, and that she could retire from active business participation. She said she loved working and was looking forward to the challenges of the new position. I had to admit that the biggest downside to this new opportunity was that it would demand a significant amount of travel both to the Home Office of her new company, and to the remote sales offices of what would be her division. I also recognized that her income would improve both our children's college education funds, as well as our own hard-earned retirements. At this point, we were both in our mid-to-late thirties, so a lot of living was still ahead for all six of us.
Our company's executives were sad to see her leave and did make a significant counteroffer, but at the end of the day, they couldn't equal the compensation or the opportunity of her new position. She seemed to take charge immediately although initially she worked some long hours, and the travel was more extensive than the original representations.
My own responsibilities were too significant to allow me to join her for more than occasional trips, and even if I went, it would be largely for individual sightseeing as opposed to shared. Our children were still in high school and middle school so that made joint travel even more problematic.
There were no issues with her new position and after she was there over three years it seemed that everyone was very happy with her performance. Then came the visit of her company's Executive Vice-President. He was Beth's direct supervisor, so of course she wanted to make a good impression on her. It was to be a three-day visit with him arriving Tuesday afternoon and leaving Friday night or Saturday morning.
She warned me that he wanted an in-depth review of local operations and that she would be late at least some of the nights that he was here. Prior to his arrival I was more concerned about her promotion to a position at her company's headquarters than anything else, although it wasn't clear that that was an issue. She explained that she and some of her staff would meet the guy at the airport and they would have dinner and then a review of their plans for the visit, so that they might be later than the eight or nine o'clock ending, if it was only for dinner.
She came home shortly after ten as I was relaxing watching the ten o'clock news. She kissed me with the taste of alcohol on her lips. She seemed somewhat excited, and she told me that they had spent over two hours reviewing the agenda for the visit, and they were confident that everybody was on the same page with regard to the purpose and items to be covered during the Executive VP's visit.
We were still very active sexually, so I was thinking it might be nice, and around eleven, I went up for a conjugal visit, assuming she had had time for a bath and bedtime preparation. I was somewhat disappointed to find out that she was already in bed and apparently sound asleep. I knew that it had been a long hard day for her, so I took a nice long soak in the tub and went to bed at twelve, which was closer to our normal time to go to sleep.
Wednesday night, it was a little after nine when she came home, explaining that this time after dinner at the hotel's restaurant they had socialized for a while at the hotel bar, including some dancing, as well as drinking. I didn't quite understand why I wasn't included in the socializing, but then I reasoned, neither was the Executive VP's wife. Her explanation wasn't completely reassuring but I wasn't concerned because Beth and I had never had any marital problems.
That night, she was willing for some quality spouse time, but somehow, she was not her usual enthusiastic self, and I was somewhat disappointed in the experience, unusual for the two of us.
She warned me that she might be a little late Thursday night because they were visiting one of her remote sales offices. She didn't show up until eleven. For me, this was a little absurd. I couldn't rationalize the lateness, and her only explanation was that there had been some unexpected accounting issues at the branch sales office.
I hated to do this, but Friday morning I retained a PI for afternoon on Friday and into the evening until she came home. It was after twelve when she showed up. She was a little tipsy, but I had seen her far more seriously inebriated. I asked her what the holdup had been. She explained that they had run a little late at the office, and then since it was the last night, they had overindulged in the farewell drinking and dancing. I let that ride as I expected a full report from the PI, in fact, a two-thousand-dollar report. Saturday morning, she seemed challenged in getting herself into bed. Saturday and Sunday evenings we screwed, but it was some of the worst sex of our marriage. She didn't seem overly concerned, and I admit that my heart wasn't in it, pending the PI report that I would get on Monday.
Depending on your point of view, the PI report was wonderful or terrible. From my POV, it was terrible. First, the pair of them had left work at three and disappeared into his hotel room. They had emerged at six for dinner, smooching, holding hands, and nibbling on their food until around seven, when once again they had entered his hotel room. They had reappeared at nine-thirty, going to the bar, having a couple of drinks, and among other activities performing a few dances that were beyond dirty. They returned to his room, reemerging shortly before twelve, where they engaged in shameless kissing and groping near her car, before she departed for what had been our happy home.
From the POV of my family law attorney the PI report was wonderful, and he informed me that he was confident I would be able to get joint custody of the children, although it was unlikely that I could get primary custody. I decided to confront her Tuesday night.
I started with, "Whether we come out of this or not, I think we both deserve nothing less than full disclosure and honesty. The first step is to get to the truth."
She tartly replied, "Are you talking about my coming home late Friday night? I admit I shouldn't have partied so long."
I replied, "The party in the bar was bad enough; however, I am more concerned with what when on in your friend's hotel room, after you left work at three in the afternoon."
She said, "I can't believe you were spying on me, Jack!"
I told her, "Beth, sweetheart, I don't think my spying or not spying is the problem here."
She admitted, "I can't really account for my time after I left work at three."
I replied, "I'm glad to hear some honesty. Let's go to the bottom line. After what you did Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights, my question is, what's left of what I once thought was the greatest marriage ever."
She started crying, "Oh, God, Jack! I'm so sorry! It should have never come to this."
I continued, "Now that we understand, how long has this been going on?"
She responded, "Please don't put me through this. Can we just go to the bottom line?"
I answered, "The problem with that is I'm not sure we even have the same bottom line anymore."
She replied, "Sure we do. It's our relationship and our children!"
I told her straight, "I agree on the children. I'm not so sure about the relationship."
She disagreed, "Jack, it's true that I have screwed up royally, but I still love you. I still want us to live together and see our children grow up."
I explained, "Think back a few years. You divorced William for a lot smaller affront to your self-respect and trust, than what you've delivered to me. Am I wrong?"
She responded, "Oh God, Jack! You're right! All I can say is that I didn't have fifteen years in with him. Haven't the last fifteen years been good, Jack? I know I've screwed up, but I still love you. Doesn't that count for something?"
I answered, "Of course, it counts for something. On the other hand, we have the amount of time you've been screwing this asshole. How many months, Beth? How long have you been screwing him?"
She admitted, "Too many, Jack. Please, don't dump me. I know I've screwed up. In spite of that, I love you. I got carried away by greed and ambition. I'll quit the damn job tomorrow. Please, please, don't dump me!"
I was very, very sad because of what she had done, "I think I've had enough for tonight, Beth. I'll sleep in the guest room until we have some clarity on the future. Good night, Beth!"
Her last volley followed, "I'm so sorry, Jack! Please, please, don't dump me!"
I went directly to the guest room, locking the door behind me. I took off my outer clothing and went to bed. I was exhausted by the emotional turmoil of what was happening to my marriage. I couldn't see any way out, except for divorce. I went to sleep with large D's crossing in my mind's eye.
The next day I called my attorney. He advised me to stay in the guest room until something else happened. He would expedite the filing of the divorce documents and provide for an early serving of Beth. I told him that an at home service would be adequate. I had no desire to hurt her; I just wanted to get away from her cheating ass.
That night she confronted me. She told me tearfully, "I know I have no one to blame but myself for where we are. I will do anything to make up for what I did. I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I regret fucking our relationship up. It was fun, but a pretty poor compensation for losing you. Is there anyway we can get back together?"
She was the mother of our children, and we did have almost fifteen good years together, I needed more data. How long had the affair been going on. Had there been others? Could I count on her to be truthful about the extent of her infidelity?
I asked her, "How long have you and the guy been screwing?"
She started crying, "Jack, I don't want to tell you. Do you have to know?"
I told her. "I think I have to have the facts. It may be embarrassing for you, but don't you think I deserve to know the truth?"
She wiped some of the tears from her face. "You deserve to know, Jack. First, please remember that I loved you when we got married. I loved you when I started with Tom. I love you now. Even though I surely deserve it, it will break me if you dump me. I can hardly think now, because I'm so afraid of losing you. Please don't hate me."
I asked again, "How long has your affair with Tom, is it, been going on?"
She replied, "I'm so sorry, Jack. It started on my first trip to the home office over three years ago. I'm so sorry. I made a bad mistake on that first trip. The second mistake was not telling you. It was never anything more than a good time when I wasn't with you. I have always loved you. I know this is all my fault, but I don't know how I can go on without you. What a fool I have been?"
I had to ask, "Were the last three children all mine?"
She started crying again, "I'm so sorry you have to ask. I never would take a chance on something like that. I am absolutely certain that even though I may be a cheating skank, I would never do that to you."
I had no idea what to do. My only certainty was wishing that none of this had ever happened. How could we go back to what we had when we had been living a lie for the last three years.
She spoke again, "Jack, this was just lust. It's the same with Tom. He's happily married, just like I was, until you found out about us. I'm so sorry. Please don't dump me."
I responded, "I'm going to move into the guest room. I don't know if we have a way out of this, but I need some time to think through this. I need to take an unemotional look at all that has happened."
She explained, "I'm going to tell Tom that it's over. The door to the master will always be open to you. I would enjoy you sleeping with me, with or without sex. I'm willing to do anything. Counseling might be helpful to both of us."
I had one more question, "All those years ago, I was head over heels in love with you. I thought you felt the same way about me. What happened? What made you cheat?"
She sadly replied, "Tom was very helpful. At first, he was just acting like a mentor, telling me how I was expected to do my job, what was important in their corporate ethos. As a mentor, we went to dinner every night. At first, everyone behaved appropriately. We usually would have a drink and a dance after dinner, usually at my hotel. The first dances were virtually at arms' length. As the week progressed, he gradually took more and more liberties. I didn't realize until Thursday night of that first week that he was thoroughly arousing me. He asked me to have a nightcap in my room. I shouldn't have done that, but I was getting horny, and I did. We made out in my room, but still we only went to third base. I did have an orgasm from him finger fucking me. Friday night, I had a couple of drinks, and from the first dance I knew I wanted him. After the second dance, we took our drinks to my room, and in minutes, we were nude and doing the dirty. By nine I had had multiple orgasms, and he had filled me up twice. We relaxed for a while and then he did me again. Then he went home.
After that, we did it every time we were in the same locale, whether it was one of my trips to the home office or a sales conferences somewhere else. The fucking was great, but no better than with you. It was just different and had the thrill of forbidden fruit. We never made love, and you have always been masterful at that. Even though I sometimes fucked him for hours four or five nights in a row, I never stopped loving you. His best effort was never as good as your best, but with him, it was different and had the bonus of being illicit pleasure. We had many nights of pure ecstasy, but none of it was worth losing you. I don't care how hard it is, or how long it takes, at the end of the day, I want us to be together. Please don't turn your back on me and walk away. I know I don't have any right to your love after this, but that doesn't mean I don't want it more than anything else."
I said, "Thanks for being honest and straight-forward. I'll get back to you when I can see my way forward whether it's with you or without you.
A few days later, I had come to my conclusions, and I sat her down at the kitchen table to discuss my thoughts with her.
I said, "Beth, what I would like to do is cleanse my thoughts about our relationship with any residue from your relationship with Tom. What concerns me is that in my mind the last ten years are contaminated because of your long-term affair with Tom. What's left is the first few years before you met Tom. I'm just not sure that's enough to start over with."
Tears flowed down Beth's face. "I know I've hurt you terribly. This is probably my last-gasp effort, but let's at least try marriage counseling. If not for me, we should at least do it for our children. I know what I deserve, and it's little more than nothing. Let's at least see what we can do for our children. I know it's late, but it's devastating to me to think that I have blown a wonderful relationship with the best husband in the world."
I said, "Whether we make it or not, counseling would probably be good. Let's do it as soon as we can. I'll hold off on divorce proceedings until we've had some counseling."
She wiped the tears from her face, "I love you so much, Tom. You know I don't want a divorce. I'm so glad we are going to have counseling. Thank you for that. You know I will do anything to keep us together."
The counseling started a few days later with Dr. Samantha Browne. Dr. Browne started off with us telling her what we wanted from the counseling.
Beth went first, "I screwed up very badly. I had a long-term extramarital relationship. I will do anything to save my marriage. I love Jack with all my heart, and right now, I'm very grateful that he hasn't already kicked me to the curb."
Then it was my turn, "It was utterly devastating to discover Beth's long-term affair. I guess she never lied to me about it, because I never asked, since I didn't believe she was capable of something like that. I never seriously considered any kind of an affair, and for all those years, I thought she felt the same way."
I was interrupted by Beth's wailing. I soldiered on, "For me, the pain is like a dagger twisting in my heart. I haven't reached the point of crying about my lost love, my lost future. It's like the pain is too great for crying to be succor. What do I want? The first thing I want is for the hurting to stop. It used to be that my greatest pleasure was to look at the love of my life. All that does now, is bring the pain of what she did to the front of my consciousness."
Dr. Browne suggested, "Are you feeling pain from more than one source, Jack?"
I replied, "Perhaps that's why I'm having so much trouble thinking about this. I have feelings about lost love, loss of trust, doubts about my ability to know another person, humiliation of being a long-term cuckold." I stopped, realizing that I was starting to cry.
Beth asked, "May I speak?"
Dr. Browne responded, "Okay, but keep it short; this is Jack's time."
Beth spoke, "I just now saw that I'm still being selfish. I've been thinking of my desire to save my marriage, but I should be thinking of how to reduce the pain that I've caused Jack. I'm so sorry, Jack. I've been seeking your forgiveness. I should be seeking ways to help you through the pain that I've caused you."
Dr. Browne replied, "That's a very mature point of view."
I then said, "Beth, it's like I said. It's painful for me to look at you. What I think is that I loved this woman and thought she loved me. Now I believe I never knew you."
Beth replied, "That is very painful to hear, deserved, but still painful. Jack, it was me who kept this secret from you, so that you would be blindsided when you finally found out. That's all on me, not on you. It's all my fault, not yours."
I replied. "That's good to hear, Beth. I'm not sure yet how helpful it is but thank you anyway."
Dr. Browne interjected, "That's all our time today. I suggest that both of you may want to consider individual counseling. I'm available, but you are certainly welcome to see a different professional."
Beth and I both made appointments with Dr. Browne in advance of our next weekly joint meeting. In my meeting we concentrated on breaking down my feelings. She helped me develop a context for thinking about what was going on. The key issue for me was could I forgive Beth for violating our trust and fidelity. We agreed that she was truly remorseful. The problem was how could I deal with her having a ten-year extramarital affair. I felt like I had some love for her, but it seemed to be strongly connected to the pain I had undergone for the last couple of weeks. I couldn't separate my love from the pain she had caused me. I doubted that I would ever feel the strong, unconditional love that I had previously felt for her again.
Both of us had bombshells to drop at our next joint meeting.
I spoke first, "I've concluded that our old relationship is irretrievably broken. I believe there might be hope for a new relationship, but I think we need to recognize where we are now. I think we need to either divorce or have a formal separation."
Beth said, "A formal separation would be acceptable to me if Jack stays in our house and at least occasionally has sex with me. It's been two weeks and although I want his love, I also need some of his lovemaking."
I said, "I'm willing to go with a separation agreement. We can talk about everything and anything."
Dr. Brown asked, "Do you think you will be able to forgive Beth for hurting you?"
I replied, "I haven't forgiven her yet, but I believe it's not inconceivable in the future."
Dr. Brown inquired, "Are you going to continue counseling?"
I said, "I think we've made a lot of progress. I think we can suspend counseling for a while but consider resuming a possibility for the future. What do you think, Beth?"
She replied, "I'm fine with that."
We both shook Dr. Browne's hand and went home together. We were both back at work with our regular responsibilities. That night we were at each other like almost never before. I ejaculated four times. I don't know how many orgasms Beth had, but it was easily double digits. It seemed our physical relationship was as good as ever. Emotionally, I didn't hate her, but I just wasn't at ease with her, either. She did tell Tom that it was over, but that didn't mean she wouldn't stray in the future with Tom or some other guy. We hadn't negotiated a formal separation agreement, but I was still thinking in those terms, as I wasn't sure when I would be able to trust her again. I felt that there were only two ways our relationship could go; the current conditions were not viable long-term.
After a couple of months, Beth sat me down for a hard talk. She opened with, "Jack, I'm hurting because I know you don't trust me anymore. Is there anything I can do?"
She was right. We were making love once a week if that. My libido was curtailed by my memories and fears of her betrayal.
I replied, "Sometimes these things take time. I haven't given up, but you're right, I don't fully trust you. I'm still wondering if you're going to go back to Tom, or else find some new guy."
She responded, "In general, I'm not stupid. I may have acted that way with Tom, but as long as we both have hope for a future together, I won't be doing anything that stupid again. Do you think we're making any progress?"
I told her, "I think we're making progress, but I also think it's a slow process. Like you said, I'm still trying, and I still have hope for the future. I think that's as much as I can say."
She replied, "That's good enough for me. I'm still trying, and I still have hope for the future, too."
Another few months went by. Again, Beth asked for a serious meeting with me, "Jack, I still love you, but the uncertainty is taking a toll on me. Maybe, it's time to cut bait."
I asked, "What are you saying, Beth!"
I knew that our sexual intimacy had declined to new lows, because of the connection I felt between her hurting me and my love for her. I didn't want to express my love because it made me feel vulnerable to being betrayed again.
She replied, "I guess I can't take any more of the tension and uncertainty. I've decided to go on a date."
I inquired, "So you've given up on us?"
Her answer was, "Not completely but I'm beginning to accept that we may not ever be the way we were. I just need to get some relief from the never-ending stress. I don't want to give up, but I just can't take any more of you being with me but not being with me. Does that make any sense."
I responded, "It does, and it doesn't. It makes sense for you personally, I guess. I don't think it's a step in the right direction for us."
She said, "I'm going to do it, anyway. I need a night away from it all. I just want to enjoy myself without thinking about the future or the past for a change."
We left it at that. That Friday night, she dressed up and left the house around six-thirty. She came home around one-thirty. She got up around ten-thirty and fixed herself breakfast. I joined her for a cup of coffee.
I asked her, "How was your date?"
She said, "It was great. It was all I expected. Perhaps not as good as many of our times together, but I don't think we're going to ever see those again. Is this it for us? I don't want it to be, but at some point, any resolution is better than none."
I inquired, "Did you have a good time with Tom?"
She replied, "No, Tom and I have been over ever since you found out about us. I found a younger guy at a club. We went to his place, and I screwed him for a couple of hours. It wasn't like the good old days with you, but I enjoyed living only for the moment. Tom, I would have rather been with you, but if you can't let the past go, I know it's not going to ever happen for us.
I don't know where my feelings and thoughts were coming from, but I knew at that moment I wanted her back. She had the peaceful morning look that she usually had when we had made love the night before. I wasn't happy that it was someone else's lovemaking that did it for her. The important thing was that I wanted to see that look every morning for the rest of my life. I knew I was taking a big risk, but I wanted her back. I told her, "I forgive you for Tom. I forgive you for last night. I want you to be mine for the rest of your life."
She exclaimed, "Are you sure, Jack? This seems like a big move on your part. Please don't yank me around!"
I told her, "It's what I feel for the first time in a long time. I don't think I'm going to change."
She replied with an embrace and a kiss, "I love you so much, Jack! I'm all yours and only yours for as long as you want me."
I never regretted taking her back. I think the next few decades were the happiest of my life. In my mind's eye she would always be my young wife with thick glasses, long after no one else thought of her as being young.
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Posted on : May 5, 2025
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